The building of the Primordial Knights Guild branch is massive and not all that far from the Black Tower where the Enforcer lives.
That building is made entirely of some sort of whitish metal and glass. Multiple tall trees tower even over that huge manor, and there are pretty gardens nearby.
At first, I’m about to think how wasteful all of this is, but then I realize something. Wouldn’t creating a building like this take just a few days for someone with enough power and skill in something like [Metal Manipulation], or at least whatever that material really is? The same goes for the trees. I already saw Sophie grow an entire tree from a tiny seed in just a few minutes when she was practicing.
That would also explain why what I suspect to be the other guild branches are equally interesting. There is a big wooden pyramid, another tower nearby that’s about as tall as the black one dominating the city, a circular building with a myriad of windows, and a tree growing from the middle of it.
We find ourselves being let into the building that houses the Primordial Knights without delay. Weslin just sends a bit of mana to the gate, and it opens automatically. And immediately afterwards, a few people come to welcome him, all of whom I can only assume are locals.
I asked Weslin before, but it seems like any guild worth a damn employs plenty of locals to take care of upkeep, trading, organization, and that kind of thing. Meanwhile, attendees fill the positions of leadership, deciding the direction the guild will take next while learning from the attendees who led it for a few years and are about to leave the tutorial, or from locals who can share some information.
Overall, it seems to be a system that both sides are comfortable with, to the point where if I asked someone why it is like this, I’m sure I would hear something like, “It has always been that way.”
From the moment we enter, everything moves quickly. Within minutes, I’m standing with Weslin in front of the guild branch leader, an older and massively built human. He towers over us in a way that makes me wonder if he might not be part velnar.
At this point, I don’t even have to ask why, even though the Primordial Knights are supposed to have the most demons, I’ve barely seen any. These maniacs are surely crowding the deeper levels of Beyond. The same goes for the local demons.
Weslin and the guild branch leader seem to know each other well and waste no time getting caught up with one another. They talk for a bit, but in the middle of that conversation, the door opens and a lynthari in messy clothes looks over the room.When his eyes land on me, they stay there. The crazed-looking lynthari pays no attention to anyone else in the room and charges straight at me.
“You should have told me he was here!” he hisses, his fangs showing.
His clothes are in an even bigger mess than his hair. They're still the same white with a mix of blue, like the other people from the Primordial Knights, but stained with red and black liquid, torn, and even burnt in places.
The branch leader seems used to it. “He’s a member of the Primordial Knights, so you know what that means. Behave.”
To my surprise, he lies, we haven't even gotten to the contracts yet.
“You! You mean man! Did you wait to inform me until he became a member on purpose?” the lynthari complains.
“Obviously. And I’m warning you. Nyssa’s going to want him on the 4th floor, and Weslin seems to like the guy, so once again, behave.”
“Sure, sure,” the disheveled lynthari scratches his chin with stubble and walks around me.
The entire time, he doesn’t even bother talking to me. Instead, he observes me. There are even some blatantly rude checks that I fend off with ease, but that doesn’t seem to bother him too much. He continues with modified and even more probing ones. He even puts on some round glasses with dark purple lenses that hide his golden eyes and continues to stare at me.
So far, he hasn’t tried to touch me, but I can see how much he wants to from how his arm and fingers keep twitching and sometimes almost reaching toward me.
“I see. I see. Interesting. What the fuck.”
He fixes his glasses and makes another, slower circle around me.
“This is weird. This is even weirder. What the fuck. Oh, so it's like that!”
The branch leader continues to look at me, as if expecting me to react, but so far, I just stand there, not that bothered. More than anything, I’m a bit curious.
“What the fuck. What the fuck. How? Broken, twisted. So weird.”
"When you hear people say it that often, it just turns into background noise," I say.
His ears twitch, and he smiles in that way only lynthari can, the kind that shows their fangs in full beauty. Slowly, he takes off both of his glasses and puts them away.
He reaches his hand toward me, as if to shake mine. “Nice to meet you, I am…”
I halt that movement as well. “There is no way I would fall for that.”
“Tsk,” he sighs and gestures at the branch leader, then at me. “I want him unconscious so I can examine his body!”
“I won’t be doing that,” the branch leader disagrees.
Once again, that crazed lynthari seems annoyed and makes another circle around me.
“Listen,” he says, circling me again, fingers twitching like he’s resisting the urge to grab a scalpel. “You are either a complete mess or something pretending really well to be one. Either way, I want to cut you open.”
“Metaphorically,” the branch leader adds quickly.
The Doctor waves him off. “Fine. Metaphorically. For now.”
That weird-ass lynthari sniffs the air. “You don’t even feel right. There’s no harmony to your mana signature. It’s like… someone chewed it up and spat it back out in your shape. So many things compounded to make such a gloriously fucked up body.”
He tilts his head at me and mumbles, “Has someone been experimenting on you? Did you get possessed? Or were you born like this? No, wait, don’t answer. I want to guess.”
He pulls out a notebook, flips to a page full of cramped symbols and messy diagrams, and starts sketching something while occasionally glancing at me. “Are your organs where they’re supposed to be? Can you confirm? Do they move on their own?”
I stare at him.
He blinks. “Rhetorical. Mostly.”
Then he starts making strange clacking noises and activating some kind of skill. I feel incredibly small and weak soundwaves wash over my body and then bounce back toward the Doctor. He repeats the process, this time using an array of tones, constantly shifting the pitch and frequency of the sounds he's making.
I look at him and then at the branch leader, who mutters with a shrug, “He does this sometimes.”
The Doctor suddenly looks up, wide-eyed with excitement. “Can I borrow your left arm? That pale one? Just the outer layer of skin and a few bones. I’ll return it.”
“How many shards?” I ask.
“Ugh. So greedy.” He taps his temple with the end of his pen. “But your mana doesn’t echo like a normal person’s. And why the hell is there so much of it? Rookie, what is your exact stat distribution? Did you go by the golden standard? Are you following the ancient ways? Some strange school I don’t know about?”
He eyes my chest thoughtfully. “If I could knock you out for ten minutes and do a non-lethal incision, I bet I’d learn so much.”
“Please try,” I reply.
His ears twitch in amusement. “You’re fun. I hope you don’t die too soon. Well, not like you have much to say in that. Oh, maybe you do. You can obviously make it come quicker.”
He cackles and scribbles a few more things down, then spins on his heel, talking to himself. “Nyssa will praise me again for letting her know how much she would want you after I heard about that black mana. Yes, yes, yes. She’ll love this one. Show me that black mana.”
“Nope.”
He pauses.
His eyes slowly drift back to me, wide and blinking, like his mouth had outrun his brain, “…Wait. Did I ask that of you out loud?”
He snorts and taps his forehead, his tail swaying. “Stupid mouth. Always skipping ahead. Can’t be that rude!”
Then he leans closer, just slightly, just enough to narrow the distance, his voice lowering into a strange mix of wonder and unease. “But how can I endure? There’s a signature. Very faint. Not exactly present, but pulling. Like a fucked up mana someone dressed up in fake mana skin and forgot to give it a name. Have you ever had people get headaches just from standing too close to you? No? You probably didn’t notice.”
He twirls the pen between his fingers and glances at the ceiling.
“See, once, once, long ago, I read about a field researcher who claimed she’d met someone like you. I wish I still had that mana stone where it was mentioned. It wasn’t mana she saw. It was… collapsing. Consuming. Dominating. Something she didn't know how to categorize.”
He looks at me again, a smile twitching.
“She wrote that it was a form of mana black as a night sky without stars. Compressed. Hungry. Like something that had forgotten it was supposed to cooperate with the world.”
He shrugs, casually flipping through his notebook. “She’s long dead, that researcher I mean, so it's not like I can ask her more. I don’t even know her name, and all the other mana stones turned to ash when I started reading them. But she did talk about her pet fish in the one that endured. Apparently, it was very cute.”
The branch leader sighs. “Get to the point, Doc.”
“I don’t have one,” the Doctor says cheerfully.
He leans back and tilts his head at me like I’m a magic puzzle box that hasn’t decided if it wants to open or eat him. “Have you ever suppressed something so hard that the suppression itself started leaking? Because that’s what this feels like. Like there’s a door. And it’s locked. And behind it is something that eats keys.”
Something about that sentence is very fascinating to me. And the more I observe this man, the more curious I get. He might be crazy as fuck, but there are things I can sort of pick up on and almost understand.
The others in the room seem to be annoyed, and it’s possible I would be as well if I’d known this creepy lynthari longer than a few minutes, but for now, he represents something new. And I’m curious.
He giggles again, the sound high and bright and just a little too sharp.
So I ask, “How much could you really tell me if I let you examine something?”
That shuts him up. Immediately. His ears twitch, his eyes narrow, and his tail freezes mid-flick.
Then his grin widens slowly.