Even Death Grew Tired of Killing Me-Chapter 54 - 49

Caedryn did not raise his voice when the report reached him.

He stood by the tall window of his private chamber, hands clasped behind his back, watching the pale light bleed slowly across the distant ridges beyond Solcarth. The chamber was quiet except for the faint hum of wards buried deep within the stone, old protections layered on top of one another until even sound seemed reluctant to linger.

"Say it again," Caedryn murmured, not turning.

The attendant swallowed. "Archivist Finley has begun searching openly. Prince Valeyn granted him movement within the palace. Captain Edrin Ward, Lyra, and Tomas were assigned as escort."

Caedryn’s lips curved, not quite a smile.

"So," he uttered softly, "he was looking for her after all and he knows she’s within the palace ground."

He turned then, slowly, eyes sharp with interest rather than anger. "That means he knows more than he shows, or at least suspects enough to be dangerous."

The attendant hesitated. "Should we intervene?"

Caedryn shook his head. "No. Let them walk into her."

The words were calm, almost idle, but the intent beneath them was anything but.

"If Astrae refuses to speak," he continued, pacing now, "then perhaps someone she cares about will be more cooperative. Observe. Learn. Strip him down layer by layer if you must."

He paused, eyes narrowing slightly. "Make sure the rest of his companions disappear."

The attendant stiffened. "Including..."

"Especially them," Caedryn cut in. "Let the prince wonder what happened to his loyal guards. Confusion is a useful tool."

The attendant bowed deeply and withdrew.

Caedryn returned to the window, watching the horizon as if it might answer him.

"Let us see," he murmured, "what you are willing to lose, Archivist Finley."

~~~

The corridor narrowed before opening into a chamber that felt wrong the moment I stepped into it.

The air was colder here, thick and stale, pressing against my lungs like damp cloth. Every breath felt heavier than it should have. The stone under my boots was pale and uneven, and when I glanced down, my stomach tightened hard enough that I almost staggered.

Bones.

Not scattered randomly, not the aftermath of some old fight, but arranged. Layered into the floor itself like a grotesque mosaic. Rib fragments fused together, cracked skulls pressed half into the stone, finger bones woven into patterns that made my skin crawl. A dark residue sealed everything in place, glossy and faintly reflective in the low light, like the floor itself was sweating.

Edrin lifted a hand slowly.

"Stop," he murmured.

I froze instantly. So did Kyren. So did everyone.

For a heartbeat, nothing happened.

Then the bones moved.

A low grinding sound rolled through the chamber, deep and slow, like stone being dragged across stone. Vertebrae lifted first, snapping into place with wet, grinding pops that echoed too clearly in the enclosed space. Rib cages folded inward. Skulls rolled upright, hollow sockets flaring to life with a cold, dim blue glow.

The floor itself seemed to peel open.

Four figures pulled themselves free.

Bonebound Sentinels.

They were tall but not towering, their frames thick and heavy, bones fused together into crude armor plates reinforced by black ether veins that pulsed faintly beneath the surface. Their weapons weren’t carried. They were grown. Blades shaped from sharpened femurs and spine segments, jagged edges still flecked with residue from whatever had fused them together.

Kyren inhaled sharply beside me.

Edrin stepped in front of him immediately. "Stay behind Theo. Do not engage."

"I can help," Kyren muttered, irritation flashing in his voice.

"You’re a kid," Edrin replied flatly without turning around. "And you’re not dying here with me around."

I tightened my grip on Kyren’s sleeve. "Listen to him, atleast for now."

The sentinels moved.

They didn’t rush. They advanced, slow and deliberate, each step sending a faint vibration through the chamber. One of them raised its arm and slammed its weapon into the stone.

The chamber shook. Cracks spiderwebbed outward from the impact.

"Formation!" Edrin barked.

Lyra moved instantly to his flank, bow already drawn, posture sharp and focused. Tomas stayed back, both hands glowing with a steady stabilizing light, his face calm in that terrifying way only someone used to field triage ever managed.

The first sentinel charged.

Edrin met it head-on.

Steel crashed against bone with a sound like a hammer striking a grave marker. The impact drove Edrin back a step, boots scraping stone, but he held. He hacked into the sentinel’s shoulder, shattering bone that immediately began crawling back together, fragments knitting as if pulled by invisible strings.

"They’re binding themselves!" Lyra shouted as her arrow punched through a skull.

The head exploded in a spray of fragments, shards rattling across the floor, but the body staggered forward anyway. It took another step before Tomas slammed a pulse of destabilizing light into its spine.

The construct collapsed, bones falling inert and still.

I barely had time to register that before another sentinel lunged for me.

My Failure Converter warned.

I twisted just in time, the blade tearing through the air where my chest had been a fraction of a second earlier. The wind of it sliced my cheek open. Warm blood ran down my face before I even felt the pain.

I stumbled, heart hammering, vision swimming.

"Tomas!" Edrin shouted.

"I’ve got him," Tomas replied, voice strained but steady.

Light wrapped around my ribs, reinforcing muscles that were already screaming. I gasped as the pain dulled just enough for me to move.

Another sentinel broke past Edrin’s guard, swinging low.

Kyren took a step forward.

"No!" Edrin roared.

I shoved Kyren back hard and threw myself sideways. The blade carved into the stone where I had been standing, sparks flying. I rolled and came up shaking, barely steady on my feet.

Lyra loosed arrow after arrow, each shot precise. They slowed the constructs, broke limbs, shattered joints, but nothing stayed down for long.

"We can’t hold this," she shouted. "They’re grinding us down!"

Edrin glanced back once, assessing the situation in a heartbeat. "Lyra. Go. Now."

"What?" she snapped. "I’m not..."

"That’s an order," Edrin cut in sharply. "Get to the prince. Tell him what’s here, we need back up."

Lyra clenched her jaw, eyes flicking to Tomas, then to me, then to Kyren.

"Don’t die," she muttered.

Then she turned and ran, footsteps echoing as she vanished back into the corridor.

The moment she was gone, the pressure doubled.

The sentinels pressed harder, movements more aggressive, like they sensed the shift. One slipped past Edrin’s guard and slammed into Tomas.

I saw it too late.

The blade punched into Tomas’s side with a sickening sound, bone tearing through flesh. Blood sprayed across the stone in a wide arc.

Tomas gasped but stayed upright.

"I’m... still okay," he rasped, teeth clenched as light flared around his hands, desperately holding his own body together.

Edrin cleaved the sentinel in half, bones scattering across the floor, but another immediately filled the gap.

"Tomas, pull back!" Edrin shouted.

Tomas shook his head once, blood pouring freely now. "Someone has to keep you alive."

He raised his hand again.

The next strike went straight through his chest.

I heard the sound before I understood it, a wet, hollow crack that didn’t belong in any living body. Tomas jerked, the light around him flickering wildly, then collapsing entirely.

"Tomas!" I shouted, dropping to my knees as he fell forward and hit the stone hard.

I pressed my hands against the wound, panic clawing up my throat. There was no glow. No response. No breath.

Behind me, Kyren stood unmoving, fists clenched so tight his knuckles had gone white, his eyes burning with something raw and dangerous.

Edrin tore through the remaining sentinels with brutal efficiency, rage lending him strength, until the last one collapsed into lifeless bone.

Silence fell.

I stayed kneeling, hands slick with blood, staring at Tomas’s unmoving face. My chest felt too tight, my throat burning, vision blurring no matter how hard I blinked. Tomas was a good person, almost a friend.

Edrin stepped beside me slowly and lowered his head.

"He’s gone," he said quietly although his face was hard and his eyes shows his pain. "He spent everything."

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

Someone died because I needed help.

Was his life worth less than a goddess who could survive unmeasured time?

The question tore at me.

Guilt clawed into my chest; raw, merciless, unbidden.

Kyren swallowed hard but said nothing.

Edrin straightened, eyes hard as iron. "Lyra’s already on her way. We push forward."

I looked up at him, blood still on my hands, heart pounding so hard it hurt.

There was no turning back now. I clenched my jaw, whoever is behind this will have to pay. Hard.

~~~

We dragged Tomas out of the chamber in silence.

Edrin carried most of his weight despite the blood slicking his armor, despite the tremor running through his left arm that he was clearly trying to suppress. I helped where I could, hands shaking, jaw locked so tight my teeth ached. I refused to look down for more than a second at a time. If I did, I knew I would freeze. Kyren stayed close, silent now, eyes sharp and alert, the boyish grin he carried so easily earlier completely gone.

We laid Tomas on a stretch of stone just beyond the hall, where the air felt marginally less heavy, as if the place itself was not actively pressing down on our chests. Edrin knelt and closed Tomas’s eyes himself. No words. No ritual or farewell. There was no time for any of that.

I stepped back, chest tight, breath shallow, my hands still stained dark.

That was when the sound began.

A low grinding, deeper than before, slow and massive, like the bones of the palace itself were being dragged against each other.

Kyren turned first. "Theo."

I followed his gaze.

The hall behind us was moving.

The scattered remains of the Bonebound Sentinels twitched, then lifted. Fragments skidded across the floor, snapping together with violent force. Broken ribs fused into thick plates. Shattered skulls compressed and melded, forming a single massive helm crowned with jagged horn-like growths.

Ether veins flared brighter than before, pulsing an angry blue-black that lit the chamber in sickly flashes.

The bones did not rebuild into four.

They rebuilt into one.

It rose slowly, towering, its mass easily triple the height of the sentinels before. Arms like siege hammers formed from layered femurs and fused shoulder joints. Its torso was a cage of interlocked ribs packed tight around a core that glowed like a dying star trapped behind bone.

Edrin swore under his breath. "So that’s what they were for."

The giant sentinel took one step forward.

The impact cracked the floor.

My Failure Converter screamed so loudly it felt like someone had driven a spike straight through my skull.

I did not move fast enough.

The sentinel’s arm came down like a falling wall.

I died.

The pain was brief, crushing, and absolute.

Then I was back.

I gasped, body snapping upright, heart slamming against my ribs as if trying to escape my chest. I was a step to the left now, breath ragged, hands already moving on instinct.

Death count: 292.

"Stay alive!" Edrin barked as he charged.

He slammed into the construct with everything he had. Steel bit into bone, sparks and fragments flying, but the damage barely slowed it. The giant backhanded him with casual force.

Edrin hit the far wall hard.

I felt it in my bones. That blow should have killed him.

Kyren took a step forward.

"No," I rasped. "Stay back."

The sentinel turned toward me, sensing something, recognizing me.

My hands shook, but my mind was clear in a way it had not been before.

My stats are higher now.

I can move and dodge faster, hit a harder blow.

I ran.

The floor blurred beneath my feet as Agility and Dexterity carried me farther than I expected. The sentinel tracked me and swung.

I died again.

Then again.

And again.

Each death taught me something.

The timing of its swings.

The slight lag when damaged bone reformed.

The way the core pulsed brighter right before it struck.

By the time my death count hit 296, I was no longer panicking.

I was calculating.

I slid under a sweep that had killed me three deaths earlier and slammed my weight into the sentinel’s leg joint. Bone shattered, shards spraying outward, but they immediately began pulling themselves back together.

"Doesn’t matter!" I shouted hoarsely. "It keeps rebuilding!"

Edrin pushed himself up against the wall, blood running freely from his side. "Then stop it from doing that!"

I focused.

Failure Converter flared, threads of causality snapping into place. I saw it, not clearly, but clearly enough.

The core was not just power.

It was a command loop.

"Kyren!" I yelled. "When it strikes, distract the head. Just enough!"

Kyren hesitated for half a second, then nodded once.

The sentinel raised both arms.

Pressure spiked.

I died again.

Death count: 302.

This time, I did not waste the return.

I moved the instant I reappeared, body flowing through motion instead of thought. Kyren hurled a chunk of broken stone into the sentinel’s face. It did nothing to damage it, but the head turned.

That was enough.

I slammed my shoulder into the exposed rib cage, ignoring the pain as jagged bone tore into me. My hands found the glow.

The core burned.

I screamed as it burned me back, heat searing through my arms and into my chest.

"Not yet!" I snarled, blood filling my mouth.

The sentinel crushed me.

Darkness.

Return.

Death count: 307.

I staggered forward, vision swimming. Edrin was on one knee now, barely holding himself upright, sword shaking in his grip.

I knew I did not have many of these left before something broke permanently.

I drew in a breath and triggered my last active skill.

Death Link Burst.

The world sharpened violently. Every death I had suffered here echoed back at once, pain, force, momentum, compressed into a single moment of release.

I moved.

I did not swing like a swordsman. I drove my entire body forward, both hands plunging into the sentinel’s chest as if punching through water and fire.

The core ruptured.

Light exploded outward, the binding loop collapsing in on itself. Bones froze mid-movement, then shattered, raining down in lifeless fragments.

I hit the ground hard and rolled, breath torn from my lungs.

Silence followed.

No rebuilding.

No movement.

Death count settled.

I lay there staring at the ceiling, chest heaving, hands numb, body shaking from delayed pain.

Edrin collapsed to one knee beside me, blood soaking his armor, face pale but alive.

"You did it," he muttered, voice rough. "Damn. You really did it."

I closed my eyes for a moment, then opened them again.

"I’m still bad at fighting," I said weakly.

Edrin let out a humorless huff. "Yeah. But you’re terrifying anyway."

Kyren finally stepped forward, looking at the shattered remains with unreadable eyes.

The path ahead lay open.

And it was clear now.

This was no longer just a search.

This was a war we had already stepped into.