Floating in the air alongside Nata and Jason, Jota watched Kreegle and most of the crew stream out of the dimension ship. Some used the ship’s personal flight disks, but many showed off an eclectic mix of personalised devices or used their own powers. The one uniform thing about them was being armed to the teeth, although even in that, there was a lot of variahe array of potent ons, armour and magical tools stood in stark trast to Jason in his floral shirt and straw hat.

  “Mr Asano,” Jota said, his eyes locked on the avaricious grin of the approag Kreegle. “As you don’t appear kitted out for battle, you may want to…”

  He noticed a dark cloud in the spot Jason had just been floating. It dissipated swiftly, revealing a figure in robes the colour of dried blood. There was a sword at his hip, eg his power as only a soul-bound on could. Enshrouding him was a cloak and hood that looked like he’d somehow ripped the energy from a portal to drape around himself. From within the hood a pair of nebulous eyes glowed, casting just enough light to make out the sharp point of a .

  “…make preparations.”

  “As you will soon see, Mr Withers, I have prepared quite thhly.”

  Jota watched as the pirates slowed down, being more cautious in their approach. They were gathered, not in any tactical array. Jota khat Kreegle uood the advantage of numbers, but not how to use them. The man ure thug, not a tacti, as reflected in his poorly plotted mutiny. But tactics or not, there were twenty three of them, approag through the air.

  Jota gnced back at Jason. He looked more the vilin than the pirates e to kill him. His alieared at Kreegle and the mutinous crew like a spider watg a fly. Asa his aura spread like a web, giving Jota his first real look at it. It firmed that the scars on Asano’s face weren’t affectations, but marks of suffering and struggle. Of challenges faced and overe. Jota was very familiar with pirates whose life ent preying on the weak. Asano had the aura of a man who preyed orong.

  With just a g Asano’s aura, Jota knew he’d made the right choice. If Asano’s panions were anything like the man himself, the only question was hoirates would still be alive an hour from now. This was only reinforced wheiced the most startling thing about Asano’s aura: for all its power, it wasn’t, strictly speaking, the real thing. Rather than a direct proje of the soul, Asano’s aura was filtered from some other pce. The body floating in front of him was an avatar.

  “You’re not even really here, are you?” Jota asked.

  “No.”

  “So, our mission really was impossible from the start.”

  “I wouldn’t use the word impossible. The impossible isn’t as out of reach as most believe.”

  “Then what word would you use?”

  “Doomed.”

  “They might be less doomed if your friends don’t e out soon.”

  “There are many eyes on us, Mr Withers, and I have an oh-so-rare sed ake a first impression. Before my friends join us, I have a point to make to the people who invited you here.” Jota looked bad forth between the horde of gold rahat were his now-former crew, and Jason Asano, fag them all alone. He used his disk to back calmly but swiftly away.

  ***

  Lenora’s bunker was silent as a tomb as she aaff watched the events unfold. A wall of ss showed footage from the many surveilnce drones and empced cameras, even tapping into the media drones as well. She had no idea hoeople were watg the same thing, in other bunkers and across the p via streamed feeds.

  While the audio pickups got nothing but fuzz, the footage was crystal clear, aside from some blurring of the mouths. Len her lip-reading expert, whed helplessly. Asano looked almost unged from the archival pictures Lenora had been going over for the st few days. If anything, he looked slightly younger, his features refined by another rank up. Even his lost-tourist manner of dress remained intact.

  He spoke peacefully with the two invaders, who were human at least in appearaheir clothes were shades of grey and off white, loose but practical. The muted colours were punctuated by armoured panels etched with intricate sigils. They didn’t fit with the Earth ception of pirates, but Lenora would have been surprised if they had.

  That surprise came when the rest of the pirates came streaming from their ship, looking every part the gang of space thugs. They were an odd mix of fantastical and teological, from glowing daggers tucked into belts to backpacks sprouting robot wings. Uhe pair who had approached Asano diplomatically, these new pirates were pinly i on violence. Even so, they had slowed their approaot charging in headlong.

  Asano had ged his own attire for the immi fight, although none of the promised panions emerged from his vessel. He was now garbed as the cloak-wearih dealer he was known as, although there were differences from the footage she’d seen. His cloak had always been made of supernatural darkness, rather than any physical material, but this was on another level. It looked like he’d ripped a hole in the universe and draped it about himself. It ulled together at the front, making him look like a living portal.

  The first two pirates had clearly e around to Asano’s side, bag off before the fight began. Asano’s eyes turned from the pirates to look around at the sky. Wherever his gaze fell, the sky turned dark until the city had gone from day to a strange magiight. There were no stars, but lingering echoes of sunlight left the city in an unnatural gloom. Lenora liked to maintain a stern professionalism in front of the staff, but even she had her limits.

  “Did he just BLOT OUT THE GOD DAMN SUN?”

  “Uh, it looks that way, boss,” Barry said, equally wide-eyed.

  “How?”

  “By looking at it, from what I could see.”

  The pirates on the monitor were unfazed, pared to their observers. With Asano now alohey moved to the attack. The lead pirate jured a harpoon the size of aricity pole and hurled it at Asano, who gave ion. The pole shot through the cloak that ed his entire body, revealing it as the portal it appeared to be. The monit algorithm even pulled up a shot from one of the drones, showing the spear flying through whatever void y beyond.

  This took the pirate aback for only a moment, but it was a moment Asano used. Shadowy figures poured from the void cloak, all but invisible in the gloom. The algorithm estimated two hundred or more, data points appearing on one of the monitors, but Lenora couldn’t make out much of what was happening. The pirates didn’t share her fusion, immediately unleashing attacks at the shadows.

  The observation suite in the are had an array of useful tools to monitor the fight. posite shots from multiple cameras, event trag and a variety of repy funs were managed by a mix of humaors and sophisticated algorithms. They picked out critical moments from the gloom and violence pying out at gold-rank speeds.

  The puter started attempting to map out the dark battle, using wire frame overys and colour blog to try and crify what was happening. Asano had vanished in the chaos, but one of the staff wound back the footage. They watched a repy of his cloak turning dark, allowing him to disappear into the gloom.

  Lenora had trouble trag the fight, even slowed down, curated and enhanced. It was a storm of dang shadows, ons bzing with light and spells fshing with power. The pirates attempted to cut down the shadows to hunt their elusive quarry, but the shadows kept ref. They did not take attacks one-sidedly, either, sprouting strange arms that left them looking like squat, sirees. At the end of each arm was a gleaming bd red dagger.

  The video footage caught glimpses of Asano in the melee, the algorithms slowing and highlighting any time he appeared. Like the shadows he was hiding amongst, he had sprouted the twisted shadow arms that were attag the pirates. His key identifier was the sword wielded by one of his shadow arms, his real ones hiddeh the cloak still fully ed around him.

  The daggers held by the shadows were bck with ruby-like embellishments. The ornate ons looked better suited for ritualistic sacrifice thaibat, and the results of their attacks bore that out. While the pirates were sshed, time and again, the cuts were shallow and superficial.

  Even Jason’s sword aplished little in terms of wounding his enemies. It shared a colour scheme with the daggers, with a bck bde etched with glowing red sigils, but the design was simple and practical. That practicality did not trao deeper wounds, however, as it flicked around wildly but never bit deep into flesh.

  Lenora was aware of how Jason fought, so she khat each of those seemingly minor wounds left blight and poison in their wake. It was not helping him in the moment, however, when the pirates at least seemed ued.

  “Is he going to fight them all alone?” one of Lenora’s staff wondered aloud.

  Lenora sidered the point well made. Impressive as it was that he hadn’t been dogpiled immediately, the fight was far from one-sided. The gold-rank enemies were clearly not at Asano’s level, but they left any of Earth’s gold-rankers in the dust. The gloom was clearly not affeg them as badly as it was the observers of the fight, and they were clearly adapting, finding and striking at Asano with more frequency. The algorithm picked up each hit on Asano, putting it into a pylist sing on one of the side monitors. None of the hits were serious, but the pressure on Asano was mounting.

  ***

  Jason had spent years in his soul fighting hordes of nameless great astral beings, and that experience paid off as he took the fight to the pirates. Using his aura to treat the air like solid ground, he dahrough them, one shadow amongst many. His bde was a light touch, delivering the afflis that would ultimately grant him victory. There were a couple of healers in the group, but Jason’s afflis not only absorbed the healing but inflicted more damage as they were removed. To push through his afflis, the pirate healers would have to make things worse before they could make them better.

  The individual skill of Jason’s enemies was better than he had expected, but he could see how a life of piracy had shaped them. Used to soft targets and pung down, they were not maximising their advaheir chief advantage was numerical, but these were selfish and untrusting mutineers. Always watg their fellows for a dagger in the back, the ck of group tactics allowed Jason to use their numbers against them. He came a, sowing discord and fusion, one more fleeting shadow amongst many. He suspected that if Jota had still been in charge, the fight would have been much harder, f Jason to call on his friends for a rescue.

  While they failed to pin Jason down, not everything was going his way. The pirates did have skills and were learning faster than he’d like, cataloguing his tricks and adapting to them. More and more, they would anticipate an attack, or spot the subtle differences between him and the Shades, allowing them to terattack.

  More than anything, it was their dizzying array of magical devices that caught him out. On the simpler side was armour that reacted to any attack, usually with a force bst out of fme. More plex devices included nanowire s or small structs that protected the blind spots of their owners.

  Jason’s Amulet of the Dark Guardian was w overtime as more attaded. For every affli his powers delivered, the amulet added to a shield that weaketacks against him. As the shield energy was ed, it was verted, in turn, to health regeion. It wasn’t enough to keep Jason funal alone, but was just one of several effects that allowed Jason to heal most wounds in moments.

  The Leech Bite special attack delivered a new affli at gold rank, Thief of Life. Although it did not stack like many of his powers, it drained a small amount of life from each affected enemy, feeding it to Jason. Like all his health regeion, it was further enhanced by the blood robes jured for him.

  The bloodthirsty familiar was making his own efforts, Jason using in his inal swarm state. He left clutches of the toothy leeches on eaemy he cshed with, deliveri more afflis and life drain. This left distracted pirates trying to remove them, with varying levels of success. Scraping and plug aplished little as the clutches self-replicated using the very life force they were draining. A few pirates did mao escape the leeches, often by bsting themselves with self-destructive area attacks.

  The st familiar, Gordon, remained inside Jason for two reasons. One was that his distinctive orbs would draw too much attention. The other was that, when not maed, he enhanced Jason’s aura strength. Jason aura was strong already, but at silver it had been an utterly overwhelming force, retive to his rank. The same was not true at gold, as the avatar was lio Jason’s soul but did not tain it.

  Even so, Jason was single-handedly ing the biggest advahe pirates should have had: more thay aura powers, variously enhang them and diminishing him. He was suppressing every single one of them, however, through a bination of native strength, the boost from Gordon and Jason’s own aura power.

  As the name suggested, Hegemony was an aura power based around dominance. Within Jason’s hegemonic power, he made the rules. That maed in various ways across the ranks, most notably in how any atta him or his allies became a sin. At gold rank, he gaihe power to determine whose aura powers were allowed to flourish and whose were crushed beh his boot. He was still required to suppress auras using his well-horength and mastery, but he could now affect every other aura with his full power simultaneously, instead of needing to split it. As a result not a single pirate was bringing their aura power to bear.

  The battle tinued, Jason dosing the pirates with his affli suite, while they pushed him closer and closer to the edge. They were catg him out faster and hitting him harder, drawing closer to a definitive hit. If they could ring his bell hard enough, they could dogpile and finish him with their numbers.

  Slowly but surely, the tide was turning against Jason. The pirates were showing signs of their afflis, but he was getting no kills off the gold rankers. Without weaker minions to kill and drain for buffs, he was not growing in strength, one of the weakness of his bat style.

  He took a pummelling after he was caught by a harpoon that affected him with the Inescapable dition, shutting down his shadow jumping so long as the harpoon remained embedded in his body. The pirates would not give him the ce to yank it out, poung on him as they smelled blood ier.

  As Jaso out a chat message, the pirate leader yanked on the affixed to the end of the harpoon. Face lit in a savage grin of triumph as he yanked on the with strength akin to Humphrey or Taika, pulling Jason towards him. With Jason’s face shrouded in darkness, the pirate failed to see Jason grinning back. What he did spot was a crystal rod that grew out of his ow armour.

  He looked down in fusion at the offending item. Tethers of force shot out, eg to each member of the pirate crew. In that moment of fusion, Jason tore the harpoon out of his body, the brutal tines pulling blood, bone and flesh with it. With a gaping hole in his torso, Jason vanished, leaving only a floatiy cloak.