The night wind carried with it the acrid scent of ash and damp earth. Darr's boots pounded against the ground as he burst out from the shadowed ruin, Bullteik stumbling beside him.
"Keep moving!" Darr barked, though he could hear the ragged edge of his companion's breath.
But Bullteik faltered, his knees buckling. The faint glow that had lingered around him since the clash with Como flickered like a dying lantern. He fell forward with a harsh groan.
"Bullteik!"
Darr didn't hesitate. He dropped his blade — the Lucerne, his enchanted sword that hummed with power — and scooped his companion into his arms. The moment he did, a sickening heat pulsed through his grip. Bullteik's skin twisted unnaturally, his body writhing in Darr's hold as though some curse had embedded itself deep inside.
"Stay with me," Darr whispered fiercely. "Do not give in."
Bullteik's jaw clenched, and a low sound escaped him. "It… burns. I—" His words collapsed into a groan, his body arching against the pain.
Darr staggered under the weight, not because Bullteik was heavy, but because of the horror of watching his friend's form shift, his strength ebbing as though time itself were devouring him.
"Enough!" Darr snarled, his voice breaking into the night. In a surge of anger, he lowered Bullteik to the ground more roughly than he intended. "Whoever is listening—whatever trick this is—I will not let you claim him!"
His thoughts sharpened into a spear. With a deliberate inhale, he cast his mind outward, reaching for the tether he knew would find the slim man — the one whose presence had been like a shadow in his mind since the beginning.
"You," Darr projected, his telepathic voice ringing like steel striking steel. "This is your doing, isn't it?"
There was silence, then the faint echo of a chuckle. You still carry too much anger, swordsman. Anger blinds you. He was never meant to survive this crossing.
Darr ground his teeth. "Then you will answer for it. Mark me, shadow. You will answer."
His hand twitched, instinctively reaching for his sword, but the ground where he had dropped it lay bare — the Lucerne, glowing faintly, half-buried in the dirt. For the first time in years, he had let go of the blade willingly. The absence felt wrong, like part of his spirit had been left behind.
His gaze fell again to Bullteik, who now lay panting, his skin pale, sweat beading his brow. The thought crossed Darr's mind — If he falls, if I cannot save him… at least I should bury him as a warrior deserves.
But that thought sliced him with guilt. He clenched his fists. "No. Not yet. You are not gone."
Bullteik's lips moved faintly. "Darr…"
"I'm here." He crouched beside him, forcing calm into his voice. "You are not alone. Tell me what to do."
Bullteik gave a weak, cracked laugh. "As if I… have answers. You were always the one who knew the way forward."
Darr shook his head, frustration mingling with grief. "The way forward feels like shadows without you beside me."
A rustle came from behind. Darr turned sharply, his instincts screaming. He had no sword in hand, only his will and his words. From the gloom, a figure emerged — tall, slender, wrapped in gray cloth that seemed to melt into the night. The slim man himself.
Darr's voice was iron. "You dare show yourself in the flesh?"
The man tilted his head, his eyes gleaming faintly. "You summoned me. Did you not wish for answers?"
Darr rose, placing himself between Bullteik and the intruder. "Then speak quickly, before I decide to silence you forever."
The slim man's smile was slight, but his tone was cold. "The decay you see is no curse of mine. It is the weight of the power your friend attempted to wield. Como struck true, but what festers in his veins is of his own choosing. He reached for strength not meant for him."
"Lies," Darr spat.
"Perhaps. Or perhaps the truth is too bitter for you to swallow."
Bullteik's voice rasped weakly. "Darr… don't… listen…"
Darr crouched beside him again, ignoring the man's words for a moment. "Save your strength. I will find a way. I swear it."
The slim man's voice slid between them like a knife. "If you truly wish to save him, you must choose: your sword… or his life."
Darr stiffened. "What are you saying?"
"The Lucerne," the man said, gesturing toward the blade glowing faintly in the dirt. "Its enchantment binds more than just you. In its core lies a fragment of life's flame. Return it to him, and it may halt his decay. But the bond will sever from you. You will lose your edge, your strength. Perhaps even your place in the battles yet to come."
Darr's heart hammered. The choice burned through him: his companion's life, or the weapon that had been his soul.Perfect — thanks for confirming! Let's continue building the next part of the chapter, in the same style as before. I'll aim for around 1,000–1,200 words in this segment so the story keeps flowing smoothly toward our 4,000-word goal.
Chapter X (continued): The Weight of Steel
The Lucerne gleamed faintly in the soil, like a fallen star buried in earth. Every part of Darr's being screamed to seize it, to reclaim the steel that had been his life's companion. But the slim man's words echoed like a curse: your sword, or his life.
Darr stared at Bullteik, whose chest heaved shallowly, his breaths erratic. "You hear him?" Darr asked, his voice trembling with anger. "He dares to bargain with us. To make me choose."
Bullteik managed a weak grin, though his eyes were clouded with pain. "You were always terrible at choices, Darr. You charge forward and hope the world bends before you."
"That is different," Darr said quickly. "This—this is you. My comrade. My friend."
The slim man tilted his head, arms folded across his narrow chest. "A comrade, yes. But do you truly know him? His hunger for power ran deep. He reached for what was not his to claim, and this is the consequence."
"Lies," Darr snapped. "He stood at my side, fought for me, bled for me."
Bullteik laughed again, softly this time. "There is… truth in his words, Darr. I wanted to prove myself, to stand as tall as you did when you raised that sword. Maybe I reached too far."
The words cut Darr to his core. "And so what? You erred, as all men do. That does not mean you should pay with your life."
The slim man stepped closer, his voice silky. "Then decide. If you would save him, return the Lucerne's flame. If you cling to the sword, let him fade."
Darr's mind flashed back to the day he first grasped the Lucerne. He had been little more than a boy, stumbling through battlefields with nothing but fear. The Lucerne had answered him like a voice in the dark, a blade that bound itself to his spirit. With it, he carved a name, survived the impossible, and became more than just a man.
But what was that compared to Bullteik's life?
He sank to one knee beside his friend. "Tell me honestly," Darr said. "If the choice were yours… would you ask me to give it up?"
Bullteik's hand twitched, reaching for Darr's arm. "I would ask you… not to regret. Whatever you do."
"Not enough," Darr said fiercely. "I need your truth."
Bullteik closed his eyes. "Then yes. I would ask you to let me go. You need that sword. The battles ahead… they will break without you."
Darr's chest tightened as if gripped by iron. He looked over at the slim man. "You want me to choose, but understand this: I will not let you or anyone else dictate the cost of my loyalty."
He rose and strode to the Lucerne. The sword's hum quickened as he wrapped his fingers around its hilt. At once, calm and strength flowed through him, steadying the storm in his chest.
The slim man's smile faltered. "So you choose steel over flesh."
Darr lifted the sword, its glow casting long shadows. "I choose both. You think I must sever one from the other? You underestimate me."
Bullteik stirred weakly. "Darr… what are you—"
"Quiet," Darr said gently, though his eyes never left the slim man. "I will not bury you today. And I will not bury the blade that has been my soul. There is always another path."
The slim man studied him, his amusement returning. "Defiance. How quaint. But you cannot outwit the laws that bind life and magic. If you try, you will lose both."
"Then I'll break your laws," Darr growled. "I have done it before."
He drove the Lucerne's tip into the earth beside Bullteik. The blade's light flared, spilling warmth into the night. The ground pulsed faintly, and Bullteik gasped, his body shuddering as if struck by a sudden tide.
"What are you doing?" the slim man demanded.
Darr knelt, pressing his palm against the sword's hilt, then placed his other hand on Bullteik's chest. "Not surrendering, not sacrificing. Sharing. The Lucerne is part of me. If I open its flame, it can flow—not sever, not abandon, but share."
Bullteik's eyes widened faintly. "You'll… burn yourself out…"
Darr forced a grin. "I've burned before. And still I walk."
A crackling hum surged between sword and body. Bullteik arched, a gasp tearing from him, but this time it was not decay—it was life, rushing back, fighting the rot. His color deepened, his breath steadied, though his frame trembled.
The slim man's eyes narrowed. "Impossible. That bond cannot be split."
Darr's voice was harsh, but triumphant. "Then it isn't split. It's multiplied."
For a moment, silence reigned. Bullteik panted, then slowly turned his head toward Darr. "You stubborn… impossible fool."
Darr chuckled softly, relief flooding him. "Takes one to know one."
The slim man's composure cracked, anger slipping into his voice. "You risk unraveling both your fates! You meddle with power you do not understand."
"Maybe," Darr admitted, rising slowly, the Lucerne still glowing between them. "But I would rather fall trying to save my friend than live knowing I chose the easy way. Remember that."
The slim man glared, but then, surprisingly, he inclined his head slightly. "Very well. We shall see if your defiance lasts. The road ahead will test more than loyalty." With that, his form dissolved, thinning into mist that melted into the night.
Silence. Only the wind and Bullteik's ragged breathing remained.
Darr sheathed the Lucerne, feeling its hum quieter now, as though a piece of its power truly had flowed outward. He crouched beside Bullteik. "Can you stand?"
"Not gracefully," Bullteik muttered, but he managed a shaky grin.
Darr slid an arm beneath his shoulder, lifting him carefully. "Grace was never our strong suit."
Bullteik's laughter came like a cough, but it was laughter nonetheless. "That's true."
As they staggered away from the ruins, Darr glanced up at the stars. He thought of how close he had come to losing everything—the sword, his friend, his own faith. He tightened his grip on Bullteik's shoulder.
"Rest when we reach the ridge," Darr said quietly. "After that… we'll bury nothing. Not today."
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Chapter X (continued): The Weight of Steel
The climb to the ridge was slow. Darr supported most of Bullteik's weight, the two of them half-stumbling along the starlit path. The air smelled of pine and stone, clean compared to the ash of the ruin they'd left behind. Each step felt like a victory, proof that Bullteik was still alive.
"Careful," Darr murmured as his friend wavered.
"You sound like an old nurse," Bullteik muttered, though there was faint humor in his voice.
"Better that than a grave digger," Darr shot back.
Bullteik chuckled weakly, then quieted, his energy fading. They pressed on until the ridge opened into a small hollow, sheltered from the wind. Darr lowered him gently against a boulder.
"Rest here," Darr said.
Bullteik closed his eyes, sighing. "Feels… better than before. Still hurts. But better."
Darr nodded, though worry still weighed heavy on him. He leaned the Lucerne against the rock, its glow casting a gentle light. For a while neither spoke. The night settled around them, quiet except for the whisper of leaves.
At last Bullteik broke the silence. "You should have let me go."
"No."
"You risked yourself. That blade—without it, you're not the same. You've built everything around it. And you bled its power to me."
Darr sat down beside him. "The blade has always been part of me, yes. But it isn't me. It's a tool, a guide. You, though—you are my brother in arms. That bond is worth more than all the steel in the world."
Bullteik gave a tired smile. "You speak like a hero in some tavern tale."
"Maybe," Darr admitted, a corner of his mouth lifting. "But I mean every word."
A memory pressed itself forward—Darr as a boy, clutching the Lucerne for the first time, terrified and alone. The sword had been his anchor. Now, looking at Bullteik, he realized something: perhaps the true anchor was not steel, but the people who stood beside him.
He shook the thought away for now. "Tell me straight. What power did you try to take from Como? The slim man hinted at something you reached for."
Bullteik winced, shifting uncomfortably. "It was a shard of essence. When Como unleashed his strike, I thought… if I drew from it, I could meet him blow for blow. It felt like raw fire, like holding the heart of a storm. I thought I could channel it. I was wrong."
Darr let out a long breath. "Reckless fool."
"You've never been reckless?" Bullteik raised an eyebrow.
Darr chuckled. "Touché. But still—you nearly destroyed yourself. Next time, let me be the reckless one."
The two sat in silence again, the night stretching wide around them. For the first time since the battle, Darr felt a hint of peace. But it was short-lived.
A faint shimmer flickered at the edge of the hollow. Darr's hand immediately went to the Lucerne. The shimmer coalesced into a shape—a figure cloaked in silver mist.
"Not again," Darr muttered, standing.
But this was not the slim man. The figure's voice was soft, layered, almost musical. "Peace, warrior. I mean no harm."
Darr kept his grip firm on the sword. "Identify yourself."
"I am a watcher," the figure said. "One who has followed the threads of your path. What you did tonight has shifted those threads."
Bullteik opened one eye. "And that's supposed to be comforting?"
The watcher tilted its head. "Perhaps. Perhaps not. The sharing of the Lucerne's flame was… unprecedented. You defied what was meant to be unbreakable."
Darr narrowed his eyes. "Then why appear to us? What do you want?"
"To warn you," the watcher said simply. "Your choice has consequences. The bond you forged may save lives—or it may unravel the balance of power. Others will sense it. They will come."
Darr's jaw tightened. "Let them come. I'll be ready."
The watcher looked at Bullteik, then back at Darr. "Be certain. The slim man is not your only shadow. And his patience is long." With that, the figure dissolved back into mist.
Darr stood silent for a long moment. Bullteik finally spoke. "Well. That's reassuring."
"More riddles," Darr muttered. "I tire of riddles. I want clarity."
"You won't get it from beings like that," Bullteik said. "Best you can do is hold to what you know is true."
"And what is that?" Darr asked.
Bullteik gave a weary grin. "That we're still alive. That counts for something."
Darr laughed softly despite himself. "That it does."
They rested until dawn. When the first light touched the ridge, Darr helped Bullteik to his feet again. The Lucerne's glow had dimmed, but its weight felt steady in Darr's hand. Together they looked out across the valley, where a faint plume of smoke rose in the distance.
"Where next?" Bullteik asked.
Darr tightened his grip on the sword. "Toward the smoke. Answers lie ahead, not behind. And if the slim man wants to test us again… we'll be ready."
Bullteik nodded. "Then onward."
And so, leaning on one another, they descended the ridge, the weight of steel and friendship guiding their steps into whatever shadows awated.