The Runic Artist Chapter 18: Chapter 336 - Truth is Subjective

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Chapter 336 - Truth is Subjective A note from Ellake Kill a god, you’re forced to take his place. Maybe it was bad luck, maybe it was exhaustion after working a long day at two jobs. Whatever the case, Dale didn’t mean to kill the Earth’s Keeper, and he certainly didn’t mean to kick off a reboot of the entire world. But those are the rules. As Dale steps into the role, a universe of choices opens before him. Build the world - and the companions – of his dreams. Elves, magic, halflings, and anything from Dale’s childhood dreams are available, all for the cost of a few points. But this is no game, and danger looms on the horizon; eventually other Keepers will invade, and Dale will have to find out if all his plans are enough to withstand his would-be conquerors. When war breaks out in his iteration of Earth, Dale will have to learn the hard way that sentient beings don’t always stick to god’s plan. Kiri landed with a thump on the uninhabited island. Her Soul Shift didn’t bleed off speed like Nate’s ability, so the ground wore the injury of her rapid descent. Not that she minded as she Endured the force of her arrival, glancing up at the two halves of the falling Solaris. “Is he…flapping his arms?” she asked incredulously, bearing witness to Frick’s unique brand of insanity. She knew the little bastard would call it Chaos but as far as she was concerned, that was just another word for Crazy when it came to Frick. Before she could spend any more time wondering what the hell he was doing, she was forced to move. Taking a single perfect step to the side she avoided the invisible slash that cut a line straight across the island. Razor thin, it Severed everything in its path. Sand, stone, trees, none were spared. Her eyes moved over to the man who had caused the damage to the lush paradise. He was elven and on the shorter side, meaning his head would only reach Kiri’s nose. His robes were ornate in crisp white and sky blue, but it was his eyes and hair that drew her attention. Both were the subtle pink of flowers in bloom. Even if she hadn’t recognised the Concept at play, she would’ve known who this was. He stood out starkly in some of the memories she had stolen after all. “So, you’re that crazy bitch’s father,” she commented acidically, framing her words as a statement rather than a question. “I had thought maybe she was such a psycho because she was missing a large part of herself, but I guess it’s just a family thing. Did you want to chat, or get right down to it, Remdyr? I’d prefer the latter but you fucks always want to talk about why you’re out here murdering people.” “You’re one to speak of murder, after what you did to my daughter,” growled Remdyr, flicking his blade out like a striking snake. The cut passed through where Kiri had been a moment ago as she dropped to the side, catching herself on one hand as the slash sailed over her head. Kiri smirked when she saw Remdyr’s face twist in shock. That move had been one that he taught his daughter. A swordsman's dodge that kept one hand on their blade, the other as a pivot point against the ground so they didn’t need to take their eyes off their opponent. “Your rabid daughter taught me a few things before I put her down. I’m guessing you’ll be a harder nut to crack but just as nourishing.” Remdyr’s face transformed from angry to placid, serene as an undisturbed lake with not a ripple to be seen. Kiri sighed in response. “See, shit like that is why your daughter went off the deep end. You just Severed your emotions, didn’t you? Even if it was just temporarily, the idea of just cutting away the things you don’t want to experience or feel is a weakness, not a strength.” “If that is what you believe, you will need to prove it. Just as I am here to prove that you are not the Unsevered Slayer they claim you to be. Anything can be cut, and I can cut anything.” Kiri started circling Remdyr, using the footwork she had technically learned from him through Perenthia. “Is that so? Is that w