Inertia: Beneath The Starlit Veil Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Totem Games Pt. 10

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Chapter 122: Totem Games Pt. 10 A note from KenKaizen VERMIS When your Origin gives you worms, you'd better learn to fish. Fischer is having a seriously bad day. Framed for murder, sentenced to a dimensional death camp, and now his body is full of hungry bone-white worms that like to come out and play. Did I mention they talk? Because yeah, they talk. In the hellscape prison known as the Shattered Front, Fischer and thousands of other convicts form the last line of defense against monsters pouring through tears in reality. But when the walls between worlds crack wider than anyone thought possible, Fischer's sentence takes an unexpected turn. Now he's stuck in a frozen wasteland where the nights bring horrors, and the locals breathe fire. Fischer will discover that the most dangerous monsters are often the ones closest to home. Body Horror Dark Fantasy Progression Action ─── READ NOW ─── Sora Brontarion It's day five of the totem game. We were able to make a large jump in the rankings, thanks to Nerena and her abilities. But the game was taking its toll. The constant influx of everyone’s heightened emotions was exhausting. I felt like a doll being strung along by hundreds of threads in every direction. It was a battle to feel my own emotions at times. Currently, the three of us are sitting in the top five. My brother was the base's defender, while Nerena and I were the scouts. Nerena was an interesting girl. Quiet, reserved, and often lost in her own world. I wasn't going to be the one to force anything out of her. I just needed her to cooperate with me—something I desperately needed since the most recent announcement. The forest was in a frenzy since the teachers decided to change the rules. But I figured we could use the commotion to our advantage, picking off groups after their battles. Nerena and I raced through the woods, closing on Stravos’s stronghold. Nerena gave me a gesture to slow down as we approached the barrier of the outpost. Compared to our base, it seemed like a small village. The small huts were placed strategically around the base, ensuring they could see enemies approaching from all angles. None were built by the river, assuming no one would travel by water. A fruitful discovery for our recon mission. Stealing Stravos’s totems wouldn't be easy, but this realization tilted the scales a little. A group of students were butchering animals, while another was purifying water from the river. At first glance, it didn't seem like anything special, that was until Nerena noticed something larger standing at the edge of their fortress. A titan stood seven feet tall, with the physique of a chiseled stone statue. Its thin silver armor clung like skin. A figure both imposing and menacing. “Do you have a plan for that?” Nerena asked, her voice soft and direct. Before I could respond, I picked up something. An emotion that didn't seem to match the others that were in the enemy stronghold. It was desperation. Confused, I froze. Nerena must have noticed as her spacey eyes locked onto mine. “What is it? You feel something?” “Yeah, I think someone else is here at the stronghold.” “Another enemy.” Immediately, I ran an electric current through the ground. After receiving feedback, I said, “The person is to our left heading to the stronghold entrance.” We dashed out of our hiding spot, the noisy underbrush breaking our silence. Closing in fast, we noticed the student was already at the entrance. The War Titan appeared at the entrance before us. The student’s body trembled at the sight, his fear leaking out like sweat from pores. I wanted to shout out and tell the person to run away, but I couldn't give away our position yet. No one else knew what I knew. An act of pure malice was about to take place. Years of conflict between the Brontarions and the Vortaris taught me a few things. The living armor of the War Brand Titan constellation was created for a single purpose. To cause destruction. There was not a single fiber of kindness