Infinity Blade 01- Awakening

little farther away from the mirror. “Well, perhaps I won’t need its help. I summoned you because I hoped you’d be able to answer questions for me.”
    “Unlikely, great master,” the ancient troll said, then coughed into his hand. “I know more than most here, but a cup with two drops instead of one still will not quench a thirst.”
    “I’ll start easy then,” Siris said, walking down the steps to the throne. “The God King spoke of greater evils. And then, after that, I met a man in the dungeon who claimed to be my ancestor. He said that someone—or something—would come hunting me. Am I to assume that they referred to other members of the Pantheon?”
    “Perhaps,” Kuuth said. “Ashimar, the Sorrowmaker. Lilendre, Mistress of the End. Terrovax, Blight’s Son. Others whose names I do not know. Each will be angered by what you have done.”
    “As I feared,” Siris said, speaking loudly, so the other daerils could hear. “I will need allies, troll. Do you know where I should search for them?”
    “Master,” Kuuth said, sounding confused. “These are not questions I can answer for you.”
    “Surely the Deathless have enemies,” Siris said.
    “Well . . . I suppose . . . there is the Worker of Secrets.”
    That was a myth even Siris had heard of. He doubted the Worker was real, but hunting him was a perfect way to start laying down a false trail. “Where can I find this Worker?”
    “He is imprisoned,” Kuuth said. “But, master, I do not know where. It is said that nobody knows.”
    “Surely there are rumors.”
    “I’m sorry, master,” Kuuth said. “I know of none.”
    “Fine, then. I wish to attack one of the other Deathless. One who is very powerful, and also very cruel. Whom would you suggest?”
    “Master? This is an odd request.”
    “It is the one I make nonetheless.”
    Kuuth frowned. “A Deathless who is close but powerful . . . Perhaps the Killer of Dreams? You travel to the north, across the ocean, to find him. He is not part of the Pantheon, and has of late been very antagonistic to our former master.”
    Siris frowned, sitting down. There were Deathless who weren’t in the Pantheon?
    Well, perhaps that’s what I killed, in the dungeon, he thought. But then, there had also been Siris’s ancestor. He wasn’t certain what he believed of what that man had said. When Siris had taken off the man’s helm, he had found a youthful face beneath it. Perhaps serving the Deathless granted men immortality? Was that why one who had come to kill the God King would instead choose to serve him?
    Siris knew so little. “Do you know how the God King made the magic of his sword and shield work, Kuuth?” He asked it in a softer voice, no longer for the show of the watching daerils.
    “I may be able to guess, great master,” Kuuth said. “I believe it had something to do with his ring.”
    Siris fished in his pocket, taking out a silvery ring. He’d pried it from the finger of the God King. “This? It’s a healing ring. I have others, taken from the bodies of Aegis I slew.” He slipped it on; he could feel its healing magic tingling on his finger.
    “That one is more useful than the others you found,” Kuuth said. “It somehow let him summon his sword to him.”
    “How?” Siris asked.
    “I do not know. Before I lost my eyes, I saw the God King use it to sling fire as well.”
    Siris frowned, then extended his hand to the side and attempted to summon fire. It didn’t work. Once he’d defeated the God King, all of his rings save the healing rings had stopped functioning. “It can’t do that anymore. Why?”
    “I do not know.”
    “All right, then. What were those creatures in the dungeon? They seemed . . . different from other Aegis I fought.”
    “I never saw them, master.”
    “Why did the sword flash when I slew them, and why did the God King have them imprisoned?” He still worried that he’d killed what could have become his allies. Yet, each one had fallen into the Aegis stance and then attacked him.
    “I do not know that either,” Kuuth said.
    A sudden flare of annoyance rose in Siris. “Bah. Do you know anything , fool creature?”
    Siris froze. Where had that outburst come from? It had been many years since he’d lost his temper; his mother had trained him to deal with that as a child. He immediately took a grip on his frustration and shoved it down.
    The ancient troll stood quietly, then sniffed the air a few times. He’s blind,