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Spellheart 9: Chapter 13

“The end of a golden age?” I asked, my heart clenching tight in my chest.

“Yep.” Dean chuckled grimly. “We’re in some deep shit. This wasn’t supposed to happen for at least a hundred more years.”

“Dean and I have only lived through one of these, but a few of the elves have endured several. It’s a tough time for every elf on the World of Sanctuary and Serenity,” Sam began. “You see, when the Planetary Defense Array is in its dormant state, it is just a series of defenses that repel invaders. But when it’s in its active state? That brings disaster.”

“Isn’t the Planetary Defense Array protecting the planet?” I asked. “Why would that be such a bad thing?”

“All those defenses you saw shooting up? They don’t make themselves. The Planetary Defense Array needs to harvest a lot of raw materials to build all that stuff. Crucially, things like the golems, defense platforms, and the annihilation blossoms especially.” He pointed to the giant flying lotuses. “The Planetary Defense Array doesn’t know how to mine and refine raw materials. So it just strips them from every civilization it comes across. We think the elves of the Elven Star Dominion just kept the right stuff on hand, so their infrastructure never suffered damage, but we aren’t so lucky. We barely even know what the thing needs. But worst of all is the core material for all the defenses. You’ll notice it favors things like golems, defense platforms, flying ships, that sort of thing. All things that act with some sort of networked intelligence.”

“Is there some sort of AI hidden deep within the planet?” I asked. Perhaps I could find it and get Mac to talk some sense into the thing. If we could take control of the Planetary Defense Array, I’d feel a lot more comfortable.

“No. The Elven Star Dominion never invented artificial intelligence the way we understand it. They simply utilized natural intelligence.” Sam cast me a grim stare.

I frowned. “I don’t follow.”

“Brains!” Dean said. “The dumb thing is going to run around harvesting the bodies of powerful elves to rebuild its fleet of defensive weapons. Between that and all the infrastructure those golems destroy searching for raw materials, it’s pretty much the end of elven civilization whenever it happens. Everyone who is anyone is hiding for dear life lest they be harvested. The ancient texts say the Elven Star Dominion sacrificed slaves from conquered enemies to power their Planetary Defense Array, but we aren’t so lucky. It means powerful people like us are targets. We’re only in the earliest stages of the process, but once the stupid robot runs out of raw materials from its last harvesting session, it’s going to start coming for people like us.”

“It hunts humans too?” I asked.

Sam shrugged. “We don’t actually know that. The last time a golden age ended me, Dean, and all the cult guys were just mage acolytes. Maybe the golems didn’t come for us because we were too weak, and it had already satisfied its mage acolyte soul quota. Maybe they don’t care for humans. The point is we don’t know, and it isn’t exactly the sort of thing any of us are willing to test.”

I went silent for a long moment, weighing what this meant. Yet another attack was coming for the Hearthwood, and worse, they didn’t think this was the kind of attack we could withstand, even working together.

“What do the big clans normally do?” I asked. “I can’t imagine the demigod factions just letting themselves get wiped out.”

“The easiest solution is to get your entire clan off world for a few years,” Sam gestured to the sky. “The orcs and dwarves are always willing to take elves in, and there’s always an empty planet somewhere to camp out on if you’re willing to rough it in the wilderness. But with how suddenly the activation happened this time, we didn’t have time to catch the signs and leave. See the barrier in the sky? It keeps things in just as easily as it keeps things out. Wizards, sorcerers, and demigods take shelter in the Primordial World, and that’s what we plan to do this time. Pretty much everybody who’s anybody does that if they can manage it.”

“They abandon their families?” I frowned in concern. I couldn’t see myself running off to the Primordial World and leaving all my kids in jeopardy.

“Staying too close makes your family a target,” Dean interjected. “After all, it’s your brain they want, not those of a bunch of heatwielders and mage acolytes. Though they need to harvest a huge number of low-leveled people, there’s enough of those to go around that those requirements are met pretty quickly. It’s the hunt for wizards and above that makes this process last years. Maybe decades.”

“What you need to do, and what all the other clans will do, is find a place to stash everyone you care about. Someplace harder to find than anybody else’s hiding spot. That way, your family will still be around when the dust settles,” Sam explained. “I’m going to spend some time upgrading the time-distortion effect on my Pocket World so that it can hold the Fateweaver Society and hopefully a good chunk of the capital as well.”

“And I’m going to build a really big bunker,” Dean said. “We’ll shove all the kiddos in a hole with some books and some TV and check back in on them in a few years.”

I clutched my temple between my brows. This was a major headache I really didn’t need.

“So, how much longer do we have?” I asked.

Sam shrugged. “Normally, we get a full year. But the dragon attack forced the Planetary Defense Platform out of its dormant state early. Maybe it will take extra time to get ready. Or maybe it will start operations sooner than usual. You have time to spend, but not to waste.”

I nodded. “Agreed. Well then, gentlemen, it seems I have preparations to make.”

***

I regrouped with my children and followers, expecting to find things much as I left them. I would have thought they’d be ranging far and wide looking for dead drakes to take home or failing that, pillaging the ruins of destroyed civilizations all around us in search of ancient, powerful cultivation techniques lost at the end of the last golden age.

But I was wrong. When I appeared, I saw Tivana and Amisra busy recalling all of her forces. Nearby, Yorik and Assyrus were doing the same for those from the Hearthwood. Everyone was racing back as quickly as they could, though some were certainly quicker than others.

“What’s going on?” I asked, appearing between Yorik and Assyrus.

Assyrus turned and answered. “Those giant golem things? Yeah, turns out they’re not friendly after all. They attacked Eltiana. At first, we thought it was because she was trying to steal something from it, which was true, but then they attacked Melise as well.”

“I just got word from Sam and Dean. This is within expectations. Tell everyone to retreat. We’re returning to the Hearthwood with what we have. It’s too dangerous to stay on this continent much longer.”

“Many locals want to join us,” Yorik added.

I nodded. “Considering most of the villages and tribes around here are in ruins, I’m not surprised they want to come. Tell them to convince one of our soldiers to take them under their wing and teach them our laws and customs if they can. That’ll make adapting to life in the much more complicated society of the Hearthwood a lot easier for them.”

Elven relationships between two women often featured a bit of an unequal partnership, where the lesser partner served a role that was a combination of apprentice and cuddle companion. It worked, and it seemed instinctual enough to elves that it had served us well integrating other large groups before, so we’d take advantage of it again here.

Most of our people were through quickly, and Assyrus ducked through to the other side. Yorik stayed with me, as did Tivana and Amisra. The royal family made it through our passage, but the other clans of Deania were slower to return home, and even though Tivana wasn’t acting as the ruling princess anymore, she still felt responsible for sheltering her vassal clans, especially considering what was to come.

“You spoke to the ancestor?” Tivana asked.

I nodded. “Yes, both Sam and Dean. I’m not sure if you know what the end of a Golden Age means, but that’s where we are.”

Tivana bit her lip. “The last time one of these rolled around, it was just him and the founding matriarchs. And none of Deania’s vassal clans were around. Truthfully, I doubt many of them will make it unless we invite their people to stay in the royal family’s shelter. But if we’re doing that, it would be unfair for the common folk if we did not invite them in as well. And if we include them, we’ll make our own people a far larger target. It will be a difficult balancing act, deciding who can stay with us and who cannot.”

“You don’t expect the survival rate for this to be very high, I take it?” The furrow between my brows deepened.

“The power vacuum that opened up when the old civilizations of the Groveguard Continent were wiped out was what allowed the ancestor and Sam the Fateweaver to find their respective organizations,” Tivana explained. “The old kingdoms from the last golden age didn’t make it. The Moonbow Clan traces their lineage back to a kingdom that existed prior to the end of the sixth golden age, but they never recovered. And considering their tattered state of them now, they might not make it through this one at all. The same goes for all the other clans.”

We stared out over our surroundings, fretting and worrying. I would have liked to offer my assistance, but I had a lot of kids and even more vassals. I had a lot to do, just saving the people who were my responsibility. Could I take on others? And if I did, would I be placing my own children in danger for doing so?

“I’ll check in on them, but that’s all I can promise for now. At least until all my people are taken care of.” I gave her a kiss on the cheek. I reached out with my other hand and gave Amisra a pinch. The two women blushed, though neither were all that shy now that the two of them had seen one another in the throes of passion every night for the past week. “I’m looking after the kids first, though. Amisra, yours are staying with me.”

Amisra nodded, cheeks red as she nuzzled up against my side.

The last of Deania’s people were through, and Amisra and Tivana followed them to the Hearthwood. The sheer number of people would make keeping order hard, made worse because so many people were hauling around giant dragon corpses. There probably wasn’t even room to stand back home.

I forwarded my plan to offer to process them to Mac, and he’d relayed my terms to every clan or tribe who didn’t have the capability to do so themselves. We actually ran out of Queensmarks after buying the dragons from all the people who wanted to sell them directly, and pretty soon, people had to take the plastic Macmarks that Mac and I printed up as the Hearthwood’s local currency. We ended up opening up part of the clan libraries for outsiders with enough coin to spend. The sad truth of the matter was that most of these elves would not make it through what was coming, so I wasn’t shy about giving away clan techniques. Besides, at my current level, I could spend a few months brainstorming and fill the library with a bunch of new techniques at true mage and below.

I briefed Mac on what I knew, and at his suggestion, we started reorganizing most of the dragon meat for long-term storage. We’d still turn most of them into alchemy ingredients, but I wanted supplies that would last decades. If my kids had to stay cooped up in The Wanderer for years with nothing but Mac and the simulation chamber for company, I wanted to give them everything they needed to emerge as true powerhouses once the dust settled. The Hearthwood Clan was late to the party during this era of the Groveguard Continent, but we’d be off to a much stronger start this time.

***

The next few weeks in the Hearthwood were quite hectic. It took a while for the streets to empty out to anything regarding normalcy, and even then, it soon became apparent that a few minor tribes planned to take up residency permanently. I ended up widening the roads again and reorganizing the buildings and trees to accommodate the larger population. It was a lot easier to rearrange the city at my current level of power.

Having already done it once, I thought everyone would be used to it. But the newcomers hadn’t seen my last display of power, and I was greeted by a lot more groveling on the streets for a solid week.

Sava and the other alchemists were brewing up a storm, and the scent of alchemy filled the air around the settlement with no sign of stopping. The newly cleared fields around the Hearthwood had been planted, and the major factions were buying up grain and other foodstuffs in tremendous volumes. Rumors were traveling through the streets, but the common elf was clueless as to what had just happened. They’d all seen the light show in the sky during the battle with the dragons, but none of them guessed it was just the beginning.

As for me, I was debating whether the others would be mad if I spilled the beans. It seemed a bit unfair that the major clans were able to prepare ahead of everyone else. I held myself back because Tivana warned me that news of the coming apocalypse would cause mass chaos and unrest if it spread. Dean and her family records had information from the last golden age. The looting and pillaging that followed spreading the truth was unconducive to recruiting large labor forces to dig secret bunkers for the wealthy elven elite, so everyone who was anyone tried to keep a lid on things.

The major clans were in a bit of a tizzy, all of them hustling around as rapidly as they could figure out a way to save themselves on short notice. A few high-ranking wizards had disappeared. Whether they’d gone to save themselves in the Primordial World or whether they were off digging secret bunkers for their descendants, I couldn’t say.

I waited a while longer, if only to keep things organized. I would gather as many resources as I could. While I wasn’t about to risk my kid’s by letting strangers into The Wanderer where they’d be staying, it might not be too hard to build a couple spare bunkers for other people to stay in. I had a bunch of vassal clans who probably wouldn’t survive on their own. Once all those under my care were secure, I’d extend a hand to those in need and start spreading the word of what was really happening.

I had a lot of points from the fighting with the dragons. We’d killed so many that I’d taken to ignoring the notifications. With the battle won and the Hearthwood grown another notch, it was up to me to grow The Wanderer’s capabilities. It, above everything else I had at my disposal, was probably more secure than any fortress anyone on this world could build, so it was definitely worth upgrading as much as possible.

Assets of The Wanderer

Training Facilities

Settlement Buildings

Personal Estate

Nursery

Utility Rooms

Resource Production

Craft and Construction

Monster and Dungeon Rooms

Intelligence Assets

Security Buildings

Defenses: Level 3. Cost to upgrade: 600

City Walls: Cost to upgrade: 1000 points.

7 Sturdy Sentry Towers: Cost to upgrade: 175 points

6 Level Reducing Sentry Towers Cost to upgrade: 500 points

3 Obstacle Rooms in Dungeon Cost to upgrade: 400 points

Ship Camouflage: Level 2 Cost to upgrade: 600

I looked over the list. My recent fights had given me quite a bit of points to work with, and when combined with the passive point generation I was getting from the mana generator, I had room for a few upgrades.

Cultivation Chamber now upgrading to level 8.

Training Grounds now upgrading to level 5.

Chamber of Tranquility now upgrading to level 3.

Waters of Clarity now upgrading to level 2.

Medical Bay now upgrading to level 8.

Enchantment Core now upgrading to level 3.

Pocket World now upgrading to level 4.

Personal Chambers now upgrading to level 5.

Throne Room now upgrading to level 6.

Follwer Reincarnation Chamber now upgrading to level 6.

Egg Incubation Chamber now upgrading to level 6.

Wisp Maturation Chamber now upgrading to level 6.

Scanner now upgrading to level 18.

Universal Analyzer now upgrading to level4.

Teleportation Array now upgrading to level 7.

Dimensional Storage now upgrading to level 9.

Hydroponic Farm now upgrading to level 9.

Mana Generator now upgrading to level 7.

Alchemist's Laboratory now upgrading to level 7.

Drafter's Study now upgrading to level 6.

Smith's Workshop now upgrading to level 7.

Defenses upgrading to level 4.

City Walls upgrading to City Bastion.

You have purchased 13 additional Sturdy Sentry Towers. Now under construction.

You have purchased 14 additional Level Reducing Sentry Towers.

You have purchased 7 additional Obstacle rooms.

Ship Camouflage now upgrading to level 3.

For once, I had more than enough points to do buy everything I wanted, and probably a little more on the side. After my adventures in the Primordial World I'd accumulated quite a few of them, and now I had even more from fighting the dragons. I wasn't sure what would help best with the threats the Hearthwood would soon face, so I decided to just make everything better across the board.

That settled, I kicked back to administrate. My role was primarily managerial since, even with my tremendous powers, I couldn’t compete with what a massive organization like the Hearthwood Clan could do. At first, I thought I’d be at use digging holes, but Mac had already taken control of most of the dungeon beneath the Hearthwood, so that wasn’t needed. I offered to hunt monsters, but truthfully our stores were already overflowing with dragon parts, so I couldn’t do anything more on that front.

There was one thing I could do, however. And it was something that kept me busy every night. I wanted all my companions to be as strong as possible, which meant I was spending an ever-increasing quantity of time in the bedroom. The dual cultivation technique of Tivana’s family had spread far and wide through my harem, and by now, every one of them could eke out at least a little in the way of benefits from it. I was pretty much constantly confined to the bedroom, with Mac’s reports my only tie to the real world.

I’d set the Hearthwood up well enough that short of disaster, it could manage itself, so things ran fine without me once I gave out some general directions. Things were progressing smoothly, and despite the trouble heading our way, I was paradoxically feeling more and more at ease. We were ready for this, and we’d finish our preparations with time to spare. There was nothing that could possibly go wrong.

<Note>

So, I have no idea how many points Theo has. I kinda stopped tracking them midway through the last book, and I need to go back, add them all up, and then figure out where he starts this book at. The upgrade list may change accordingly when I finally get around to that (probably when either Paladin 4 or AA1 is done, at which point Spellheart 9 will get more of my attention.)

Comments

Yeah, I'm going to have to save most of those ideas for a new harem series that I'll start after this one concludes. Long series in harem are no longer as viable as they were when I started this. I will take my time completing the series to make sure it gets a proper ending, but pushing it to its originally envisioned length just isn't going to work. Rest assured though, there will be another harem/cultivation story after this one.

Marvin

i’m sort of distracted by the fact he can just let everyone use his pocket world to safely go to the primordial world and settle an island there, or even use his space platforms to make settlements in space and do the same thing… the golems won’t be able to destroy the wanderer anyway even if he couldn’t find a way to move it so he could just leave it as an anchor. I actually thought this would be a much later arc after theo reached immortal and that he would solve the flaw in the defenses instead since the problem is trivialized and that the next few arcs would be exploring the catgirls, dealing with terminator, reuniting the fairies satyrs and dryads from the woods and wilds, and maybe checking out the goblins or something… I’m a little miffed :( this feels more like rushing to end the series

horus scope

I won't do something explicitly in the same setting, but Kitsune Cultivation (which I've talked about wanting to write for like 2 years on the Discord sever) is something along those lines. Its based off the outline of the story I meant to write when writing Spellheart, haha. But basically it's the same general idea as Spellheart, and I think it will be a good spiritual successor when Spellheart finishes.

Marvin

Yeah, that makes sense. Everything else in Spellheart is great. The cultivation levels, the explanations behind how power is grown, all that is really well done. I’d honestly love to see some kind of sequel series set in the 10,000 worlds somewhere with some other power system just to see what you come up with. Goldmongering magic is the coolest thing to me.

Justin

That is also something I'm very aware of. But it's a problem I kinda set up for myself in book 1 when I was a very new author, and at this point I can't really change it until we're closer to the series finale. Writing your first book is a bit like riding a wild horse -- You're just trying to hold on and you have little control over how it's going. Nowadays, I can steer a novel a lot better and The Wanderer would have ended up a lot more relevant even more than one million words down the line like we are.

Marvin

See the problem for me, the only inconsistency big enough to distract me is the Wanderer not having any discernible purpose other than helping with the settlement building and quick cultivation. Despite the fact that it is a literal dimension hopping space ship belong to one of the people who apparently built reality. Except it’s somehow not able to move anymore for reasons. It kinda makes me feel like Theo is gaining power the wrong way. Spirit/body cultivation were made for mortals by the architects of reality so it’s reasonable to assume their power is different. Theo has a Mana generator and hasn’t questioned what else mana can be used for despite it obviously being way stronger than zeal.

Justin

Shoot, thanks. Yeah, I copied and pasted this from my most recently updated book 8 notes. It looks like Patreon wrecked my formatting too. I will fix it.... eventually.

Marvin

Yeah, I was thinking about this laying in bed last night. The sense of progression for the series has stopped coming from building new rooms for The Wanderer, it's strictly from the cultivation elements these days. I have a few ideas I could pull to make The Wanderer more relevant again, but I'm questioning if I want to do so or if I'm better off just playing more into the cultivation aspects.

Marvin

At this point, the exact number of points Theo has is arbitrary. He’s reached a level where he either is or isn’t able to get upgrades for the Wanderer. You can pretty much pull a number from nowhere and it’ll be good enough especially when you aren’t actively assigning point values to huge groups of monsters. Like you could say the fights with the dragons earned him 5 million points and it wouldn’t matter since he kinda has no upper limit on purchases for the Wanderer

Justin

The personal chamber still mentions Tim as imprisoned

Hartmann


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