If Ninmah and the elders had any qualms about all hundred and eleven of them warping out of the village at the same time, they didn’t show it on their faces.

  It an Immanu rule that no child under the age of ten could go or warp anywhere without at least three other children going with them, so if they were all one big blob, they were probably safe. Probably. In truth, Sparrow didn’t think they were in danger at all warping out of the village and towards the glacier—the children may not be able to fight, but they were damned good at not dying. If anything, he was going to be the only one left behind because of his exhaustible stamina.

  His worry, then, mainly stemmed from the fact that the youngest of the young were still looking hesitant about the whole thing; the idea of having to massacre tons of giant bugs just to make themselves stronger probably made them a little uneasy.

  It was early in the morning. The eighteen elders were spread out across the entire length of the path towards the glacier—waving and shouting and counting every head that warped by to make sure nobody got lost along the way—and he was lying flat on his stomach in the snow, cupping his hands around his eyes to block out sunlight as he scanned the glacier for any signs of movement. Ninmah and Utu warped next to him, dropping onto their stomachs as well.

  They were stealing glances at him weirdly, so he glanced back only to realise they seemed to be perfectly fine staring wide-eyed at the glacier.

  Ninmah started, whispering as she turned around to wave the rest of the villagers over—all of them dropping to their stomachs and crawling towards the edge of the precipice.

  He didn’t tear his eyes off the glacier. He guessed as much, anyways. Utu had made it sound like a big deal after he caught wind of one, which meant the darkworms were either not at all common or extremely difficult to track down.

  So he made a show of taking off his rifle and stabbing it in the empty air, staring at Ninmah as he did.

  she said, watching his expression for any facial cues.

  He nodded firmly.

  Ninmah twirled around, making exaggerated motions with her arms as if on stage, and four of the bow-wielding elders volunteered by warping straight down to the glacier.

  Ten metres below, the four looked far smaller and far more vulnerable than any soldier he’d seen marching on giant bug territory; they were stalking forward with their backs hunched and their bodies lowered, but not so low to actually avoid detection. They were each holding their bows, but nobody had an arrow nocked. All four of them were looking straight ahead as well, not one of them watching another’s flank, or covering for each other’s weaknesses. Granted, they have mutations capable of protecting them—or their attribute levels were just so high they could afford to be lax—but Sparrow couldn’t help but feel a twinge of unease in his stomach as he watched them slowly wade out onto the glacier.

  He tapped Ninmah’s shoulder as they kept trudging forward, knitting his brows together.

  Ninmah whispered back, pointing out at the glacier.

  So he did.

  And the whole time, his fingers were tightly curled around his rifle.

  The four walked a dozen or so metres out onto the ice, not bothering with warping, and then all of them stopped. Abruptly. Quietly. Three of them kneeled while the fourth finally nocked an arrow onto their bow, and while she took her sweet time doing so slowly, the others started humming an old tune in their warping voices—a swell of daunting, taunting music, the wordless lyrics moving across the sky like a blustery morning breeze.

  For the first time, Sparrow felt he caught the ‘lyrics’.

  A warping force, a forceful command—and in the three hundred metre distance, it arrived. Sparrow saw it first. Ninmah and Utu tightened their lips after. It was a nauseating black splotch surging just beneath the surface of the glacier, like a parasite festering beneath human skin, a stark contrast to the azure blue and white of the ice. He couldn’t help but twitch an eye as the black splotch responded to the song as though under a spell, tearing forward at twenty metres a second and looking mighty unstoppable for how fast it was moving.

  Ninmah explained in a hushed, nervous whisper.

  She said it all so casually, but neither her nor Utu nor any of the children lying around them seemed to understand the weight of their words. For his part, Sparrow was certainly shocked; here he’d been thinking he’d have to spend a month or two learning the usual hunting tactics of the Worm Mages before devising a more efficient strategy, but now, they could just something that could be a source of points over at will?

  From what he’d noticed the entire past month of listening in silence, the Worm Mages didn’t exactly ‘produce’ their warping voices by undulating their throats. Strictly speaking, their warping voices were observable twists in the air that had equally physical effects on the world around them. Ninmah making wormholes in her palm to distort the air and suck things towards her was one application of her wormholes, but if he paid really, close attention whenever they spoke, he’d notice something else as well: tiny wormholes would open on the back of their heads, and was where their warping voices came from.

  This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author's consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.

  He’d never peeked into those wormholes to see where they connected to, but if being able to speak their mind without opening their minds was just another application of their wormholes, then he, too, should already be capable of speaking in their warping voice.

  Something caught his eye.

  Something was off.

  He scowled down at the group of four and realised, with the black splotch about to charge into them, that there was still only one person holding up their bow and arrow.

  The rest were just singing.

  As the splotch grew in size, and the ruptures in the glacier became loud enough that he was sure even the youngest of the young at the far back could hear them, he felt he couldn’t wait any longer. He know what they were waiting for. All four of them needed their bows raised and arrows nocked ten or so seconds ago. He tried to shoot onto his feet, tightening his grip on his bayonet rifle one last time before warping down–

  Utu grabbed his ankle and stopped him before he could go.

  Utu grumbled, and for the first time ever, Sparrow heard the boy’s voice loud and clear—was the important word.

  He blinked pointedly back at the boy.

  Ninmah tugged on his ankle on the other side, trying to get him to lie back down.

  He hit her on the head with the stock of his rifle and grunted, making her let go of his ankle with a quiet .

  He didn’t exactly relish the act, but he kicked snow into Utu’s face to get the boy to let go as well before warping right down, making the four elders whirl in surprise. He hadn’t been quiet nor gentle about his descent, though that was because he couldn’t afford to be—the Worm Mages may have their own methods of hunting darkworms, but when the Boreus first showed up at the village by climbing over the blackrock mountains, the glacier they’d come in the direction of was already as good as theirs.

  The darkworms may have been powerful once, but if they were monsters who fought and hunted alone, then they were most certainly already wiped out.

  The Boreus were far, more feral and formidable monsters than the worms.

  [Strength: 3 → 4]

  [Aura: 942 → 969]

  [Points: 42 → 15]

  Dashing into a warp and shoving the child with the bow down, he focused all his strength in his thigh, his waist, his shoulder, his arm, power all the way through as he thrust his bayonet forward.

  Right on time.

  His bayonet lunged, blade going ground to sky just as the giant Boreus burst out the glacier in front of him. The chitin on its back may be tough, but its underside was fleshy, segmented, full of vulnerabilities and full of internal organs for him to gouge through. As the Boreus slammed thorax-first into his bayonet and he skidded back on the ice, grinding his teeth, he pushed forward again and held his weapon firm—the impact force vibrating through it, his arms, then through his body.

  The Boreus screeched in what might’ve been surprise and what might’ve been pain, but not for long. The strength of four men driving a bayonet into the most vulnerable part of its body was nothing to be looked down upon. He skidded only a good ten metres back before its legs went limp, snow and ice washing off its back, and he ripped his bayonet out while warping away to let it fall with a massive .

  As the four children and half a dozen more elders warped down to quickly warp the entire Boreus carcass up the cliff, he turned and narrowed his eyes at the endless glacier behind him; it may be pretty and plain-looking on the surface, but it’d been two weeks since their initial invasion, and there was a very good chance that any darkworm using the glacier as a nest were already all but eradicated.

  That was simply how the Swarm lived.

  The Boreus don’t differentiate from friend or foe, either. If the worms weren’t Boreus, then they’d be slaughtered. No questions asked.

  One hand rubbing his strained shoulder, he warped back up the cliff with the rest of the children and immediately stood atop the dead Boreus, looking over the hundred and eleven with his lips thinned into a line.

  Ninmah was right under him, looking ready to translate whatever he might gesture, but frankly, he didn’t know what he wanted to say.

  They were horrible at hunting, and their traditions would kill them sooner or later if they didn’t get rid of them.

  So, sternly, he raised two fingers on one hand and closed his fist with the other, before jabbing at the carcass he was standing on.

  ” Ninmah asked, voice unsure, fidgeting with her fingers as she averted his gaze.

  He wasn’t done yet. He mimed drawing a bowstring back, putting all his might into the motion, before repeating the ‘twenty’ gesture again—a message that made Ninmah’s face pale even further.

  she asked, evidently unnerved by his suggestion.

  He stabbed his bayonet between the eyes of the Boreus beneath him, making everyone jolt in surprise, and then ripped it out to point at the glacier behind him.

  Without an ounce of amusement, he swept his bayonet across the whole glacier, from mountain to mountain, from ravine to ravine—and only did Ninmah and the elders seem to understand what was going on here.

  Seeing the Boreus that’d responded to their warping voice wasn’t enough; for people who didn’t know how quickly the Swarm could infest a region, he to be firm.

  They needed to understand Immanu was no longer theirs and the worms’ alone.

  It wasn’t like he couldn’t understand why they were hesitant, though. Not only would they have to massacre swathes of giant bugs for power, they’d also have to break their own traditions and principles in the process; it couldn’t be easy to swallow all in a single morning.

  So he waited just a few seconds longer, quiet atop his carcass, and Utu was the one who spoke first.

  Utu said, the air trembling around him as he spoke, and his voice was neither calm nor peaceful in the slightest; his face was twisted into a nasty scowl as he looked out at the glacier.

  His voice had the other children shifting where they lay. One by one, head by head, the snow and the stones and the mountain beneath them seemed to rumble with the quiet, seething anger of knowing was being taken from them—and if Sparrow was worried they weren’t going to fully devote themselves to getting stronger, he wasn’t at all now, seeing the fire and the spark of pride in Ninmah’s eyes.

  They were eyes that said they didn’t want to give up their village no matter what they had to do.

  Ninmah said, cutting out a small chunk of raw flesh from the Boreus’ head with a carving knife and warping up to him as she did,

  She held her carving knife before his mouth as though she were trying to feed him, and, for what it was worth, he appreciated the gesture of goodwill.

  But it was a little embarrassing after all.

  So he snatched the small chunk of meat off her knife and quickly shoved it into his mouth, turning away.

  [Points: 15 → 19]

  It was a bit of a waste of points eating raw meat, but if it got Ninmah slapping his back with a laugh and the children shooting to their feet, excited to actually follow some of their elders out on hunts for once, then so be it.

  While the elders started organising children into groups to rotate daily hunts with, he took a peek at his status interface and figured it was probably about time.

  He knew, from one of his many idle and one-sided conversations with her, that Ninmah had a considerable number of books in her house.

  Instead of randomly picking which tier mutations he should unlock with his points from now on, he should probably try to learn how to read.

  follow/rating/review! Every little bit of feedback helps me and this story grow, and if it reaches top 7, I'll upload an extra chapter to celebrate it reaching front page!

  Discord server with over three hundred members! I'll see you all tomorrow for chapter seventeen~