Chapter 78: Chainfall!
The chain hit Orrek’s hand like a falling wall.
Metal bit through his palm. His knees buckled. The drop tried to take him from the shoulder first, as if the ledge remembered which part of him was ruined and chose it with malice. His good arm locked around the chain. His bad shoulder dragged against the cracked edge and turned the world white for half a breath.
Three survivors slid toward the gap, trapped by loops around their boots and wrists. Dorran could not run. The ash-cough woman twisted sideways, one arm pinned by the chain around her waist. The twin below her clutched at links too large for his hands.
Renn lay flat with one hand on the child and the other locked around the old woman’s sleeve.
Orrek wrapped the chain around his forearm.
"Of course," he gasped.
The word came out like a joke that had been beaten until only bone remained.
Kael moved for the chain. The four-armed extractor moved first. It folded sideways across the narrow ledge, upper hands braced against stone, lower hooks searching for Kael’s ankles. The extractor was buying the chain another heartbeat before it tried to kill him.
The bought heartbeat made it dangerous in a way Kael hated. A clean strike could be met. A bought heartbeat could kill someone behind him while his fists were busy.
The extractor’s pipe-lungs swelled.
HUUUM!
The chain dropped another inch.
Orrek’s ruined shoulder screamed even though his good arm held the weight. He remembered men in the Chain Yard laughing when it failed. He remembered foremen turning his injury into a lesson for younger workers. He remembered how easily a wounded body became something other people used.
The chain dragged him another inch toward the gap.
His palm opened around the link. Blood made the iron shine. The chain did not slide cleanly; it chewed. Each tiny movement widened the cut until Orrek could feel the link against parts of his hand that should never have met metal.
He almost laughed. Pain this specific deserved manners.
Then the ash-cough woman slipped below him and the laugh died. Her waist loop had twisted under her ribs. If the chain dropped again, it would fold her in half before it let her fall.
"I am not your peg," he said.
The extractor’s pipe-lungs pulsed. A black cable tightened around Orrek’s forearm, using his grip to drag the chain harder. The cable did not care that he was saving people. It only knew leverage.
Kael caught the pull through the chain, through Orrek’s body, through the wall cable trying to turn a man’s stubbornness into a hinge. The pressure struck him cleanly.
ALLOCATE!
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[ SOVEREIGN ROOT INTERFACE OVERLAY ]
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≫ HOSTILE CHAIN-LOAD PRESSURE DETECTED: PROTECTED BODY UNDER COLLAPSE
≫ EXISTENTIAL SHARDS EXTRACTED: +2
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≫ MANUAL ALLOCATION COMMAND RECEIVED
▶ SHARD ALLOCATION REGISTERED: +2 TOTAL
▶ ALLOCATION DISTRIBUTION:
- Core Mass Density -> 24
- Regenerative Dominion -> 19
[!] SYSTEM NOTICE: CHAIN-LOAD RESISTANCE IMPROVED.
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Kael’s weight settled through his feet. Old wounds opened across his back, then began closing around the damage as he moved. The improvement did not make the ledge fair. It made his body heavy enough to argue with the fall.
He did not try to go around the extractor. There was no room.
One palm hit the wall. His elbow broke an iron nub from the stone. He used the rebound to drive his shoulder beneath the creature’s raised arm.
CRACK!
The nub broke. The ledge opened a handspan.
A lower hook scraped along Kael’s calf. He stepped into the scrape instead of away, pinning the hook against his own leg long enough to trap it. Pain ran hot up his thigh. He drove his heel down and bent the hook flat.
The creature’s smooth face turned toward him.
It had no eyes, but Kael felt the attention shift.
"Vaela," he said.
"Busy."
She was. Vaela had wedged herself between two bolts and was cutting the loop around Dorran’s harness one fiber at a time. If she cut the wrong strand, Dorran would drop. If she waited too long, the chain would pull him into the gap hard enough to break his ribs.
Dorran looked at the blade sawing beside his chest.
"Do you know which strand holds me?"
"I know which ones I hate."
"That is not the same answer."
"It is the answer you have."
She cut.
RIP!
Dorran dropped six inches and caught a link with both hands. His splinted ankle slammed stone. He screamed once, then turned the scream into a pull.
Below him, the ash-cough woman was losing her arm to the waist loop. The chain had twisted the cloth around her ribs and pinned her elbow high. She coughed black into her shoulder and tried to breathe around metal.
Renn crawled toward her, dragging the child by the back of his shirt until Sella could seize him.
"Still here," Renn rasped.
"Still choking," the woman choked back.
"Better than gone."
"I dislike your scale."
Renn managed a broken grin and reached for the loop.
The extractor struck at him.
Kael caught the lower hook with his forearm before it reached Renn’s spine. The hook bit. He turned his arm, pulled the hook across the ledge, and slammed it into the chain.
CLANG!
The impact shook Orrek’s grip.
Orrek’s fingers opened halfway.
Everyone saw it.
The ledge went silent in the worst way.
Then the twin below the ash-cough woman grabbed Orrek’s bloody wrist with both hands.
He could not help much. His hands were small. His weight was nothing against the chain. But the touch landed.
Orrek looked down at him.
"Bad idea," Orrek said.
The twin shook his head so hard his cloth slipped.
"Still here," he whispered, stealing Renn’s words because they were the only brave thing nearby.
Orrek’s fingers closed again.
"Thief," he said.
Kael reached the chain and gripped it above Orrek’s blood-slick fingers. The chain tried to pull both of them down. They pulled back.
For a heartbeat, the ledge, the pylon, the extractor, Orrek, Kael, and the three dangling survivors became one ugly line of force. The chain pulled down. The wall hook-lines pulled Orrek toward peg-work. Kael pulled for the line to stay alive. Orrek wanted to insult pain until it got embarrassed and left.
The line held.
Holding did not mean winning. Kael’s boots carved grooves into the ledge. Orrek’s forearm shook so hard the chain rattled against his bone. Dorran tried to climb and only managed to swing, which nearly slammed the ash-cough woman into the wall. The twin had gone silent again. Silence from a child in a fall was worse than crying.
Renn noticed.
"Noise," he rasped down at him.
The twin stared up, eyes huge.
"Make noise. Any noise."
The boy sobbed once.
"That is enough. Keep making it," Renn said, then winced at his own torn throat and kept crawling.
Vaela cut the cable around the ash-cough woman’s waist.
RIP!
The woman folded over the chain, gulping air that hurt her. Renn caught her shoulder before she slid.
"Still here," he said again.
"Still hate you," she wheezed.
"I can live with that."
Vaela cut the loop around the twin’s strip next. She did not cut the strip itself. She cut the black fiber biting into it, then the smaller thread beneath, then the red thread trying to crawl under the knot.
RIP! RIP! RIP!
The twin dropped into Old Noll’s reach. Old Noll caught him by the back of the shirt and pulled with a sound like his own spine was being used as rope.
Sella helped. Tavin helped with one arm. Dorran kicked his good foot against the wall and shoved himself upward until Vaela could grab his harness and drag him onto the ledge.
Getting him over the edge was uglier than saving him from the drop. His splint caught. His bad ankle twisted. He bit into his own sleeve so the scream would not steal grip from anyone else. Vaela hooked two fingers under the harness and pulled until her wounded palm reopened.
Dorran rolled onto stone and immediately reached back for the ash-cough woman.
"Stay down," Vaela snapped.
"No."
He grabbed her shoulder anyway. Sella grabbed Dorran’s belt. Old Noll grabbed Sella. The line became a chain made of bodies because the iron one still wanted blood.
The chain still pulled Orrek.
By then his good arm no longer looked like it belonged to him. The forearm shook in hard jerks. Blood filled the crease of his elbow. His fingers had locked around the link so tightly Kael could no longer tell which red was hand and which was chain-rust.
Orrek saw Kael looking.
"Admiring me?"
"Checking if the hand is still attached."
"Rude."
"Is it?"
Orrek flexed two fingers and nearly blacked out from the pain. "Attached. Badly. Continue."
The black cable around his forearm tightened.
Kael shifted his grip and felt the cable’s pulse run back into the creature. Cable to rib. Rib to damaged strip. Strip to wall.
Jaro had pressed his face to the wall. His fingers followed the cables through a crack behind the extractor. His torn knuckles left blood on stone, and every red thread nearby tried to taste it.
Vaela saw them. "Move your hand."
"I found something."
"You found bleeding."
"Behind it."
Jaro pushed two fingers deeper into the crack and went very still.
Something moved under his fingertips, neither soft like root nor rigid like ordinary iron. It flexed with every pylon beat, then tightened, then flexed again, as if the wall had a hidden back and that back was breathing through metal.
"There is a spine in there," he said. "A black iron spine. The cables all go to it."
The extractor’s ribs shook. Behind them, a damaged red strip pulsed out of time.
Kael saw the shadow of a pylon through the wall.
Jaro tried to pull his fingers free. The crack held them for one breath too long. A red thread slid toward his torn knuckles. Vaela drove her blade into the thread and pinned it to stone.
"Next time," she said, "warn me before you become bait."
Jaro’s laugh came out broken. "I thought it was obvious."
"Many stupid things are obvious after they happen."
At last, the creature had a place to hurt.
The wall beat once around that hidden spine. Every surviving cable jerked toward it at the same time, dragging hooks, roots, and chain-blood down into the black.