Do they possess etherium?”
Tezzeret’s eyes stayed on Elspeth. The white warrior stared back. Venser could tell without a doubt what Elspeth thought about the being-enemy.
Tezzeret seemed to read Elspeth’s mind. “I am not your enemy. I am not Phyrexian. I have come to help you, actually.”
“Phyrexian’s are not our only enemies,” Elspeth said.
Tezzeret nodded. He looked back at his chrome Phyrexians. Following an unseen command, his chrome troops leaped on the dark Phyrexians and began savagely tearing at them with their claws. There were more dark Phyrexians, but they were no match for the smaller troops, who moved faster and struck with arms that morphed from claws to needles and then to bludgeons in the blink of an eye. One of the shiny Phyrexian’s claws shot out of its wrists and flew through the air attached with a chain. Venser watched as that Phyrexian’s claw knocked another Phyrexian’s head clean off its shoulders. The tortured snarls and rattle of the Phyrexians fighting reminded Venser of gnarl beasts, but with armor on. It was over when the last black Phyrexian lowered its spear-shaped head and charged at a chrome beast, which stood still and let the spear pierce its chest. Then it began tearing chunks of sinew and metal out of the other’s back and neck. Soon there was nothing left of the dark Phyrexian except for its head impaled in the other’s chrome chest.
“You have something,” Tezzeret said to the chrome Phyrexian with the head through its chest. “Just here.” He made a sweeping motion, as though gesturing to a stain on a shirt after a meal. The chrome Phyrexian cocked its head at Tezzeret, the bladed head jutting out of its chest. Tezzeret turned back to the compatriots and shook his head.
“You can’t do anything with them,” he said. “That one will need work. Now then, did that gain your trust?” Tezzeret looked from one to the other of them. “No,” he said. “I can see it did not. What about you, artificer? Do you trust me some now?”
“I wish you would simply tell us what you want us to do,” Venser said.
Tezzeret paused a moment. “Well, at least there is a glimmer of life somewhere down here. What makes you think you can help me?”
“Otherwise you would not be here showing off to us.”
“I simply want to give you a gift.”
“Don’t think so,” Koth said.
“Nonetheless,” Tezzeret said. “You must come with me and my assistants to get this gift-I cannot hold it any longer.”
Elspeth went to Venser’s side. Her metal brow plate dinged into his helmet as she leaned as close as possible. “This feels foul,” she said.
“Where do you want us to go?” Venser said.
Tezzeret made a fist with his metal hand, and watched the ripple that action caused in the metal of his arm. An isolated piece broke off and floated above the shoulder. “We will go deeper,” Tezzeret said. “Much deeper.”
“We can go deeper?” Koth said.
“Oh yes. You are still in the caverns here. We will go
An involuntary shudder passed through Elspeth. She frowned.
“And if we refuse to go with you?” Venser said.
“Then I will simply leave you,” Tezzeret said. “Your metal guide may or may not be following you still. Have you forgotten about the silver creature? Who do you think sent it?”
Venser stared at Tezzeret.
“And you will neither find your way out nor what you seek, whatever that is,” Venser said, “without my help. And there are more clunkers in this cavern, and the light gets brighter. I can shut it off.”
“Can you?” Koth said.
“Yes.”
“Do that and I’ll follow you to the Testicles of Nyrad,” Koth said.
Tezzeret closed his eyes. A moment later the light simply shut off. He smiled, showing an array of brown, chipped teeth that were as dull as his arm was luminous. If I had an arm such as that I would want a pair of teeth to match, Venser thought. But the blinding light was off, and Venser could not help but smile himself.
“A simple request,” Tezzeret said. “Do I have your trust now?”
“Absolutely not,” Venser said.
But Koth was so happy he jumped in the air. Venser watched him. “But apparently we are traveling with you,” Venser said.
“You will not regret it. What I have to show you is nothing short of miraculous.”
“I have a question,” Elspeth said. “What was the purpose of this light?”
Venser turned to Tezzeret. He wanted to know the answer to that as well. The metal-armed human smiled again and looked all around him at the wreckage of the Phyrexians.
“Phyrexians are about experimentation,” he said. “If you like this then you will love the lower levels.” And with that he began walking. The chrome Phyrexians followed, grunting as they passed the companions.
As they walked, the heavy darkness of that deep place settled in around them. From the echoes of their footfalls Venser began to suspect there was a wall ahead of them. And after some time the chrome Phyrexians began to glow slightly. Koth’s body glowed as well. The far wall became apparent.
Venser could have teleported there in a second, but he wanted to save his strength. Plus, Tezzeret had not seen him use his special ability. It was a secret. It might prove useful sometime soon to have that secret.
As they walked, Venser heard water dripping somewhere far off. The echoed whine of corroded metal against metal set his teeth on edge. Aside from that, they heard only the clank of the Phyrexians ahead of them.
Some time later the metal floor bulged and they were moving up a low embankment.
Venser’s head had been pounding since the bright light. The twitch was upon him, and starting to pull his chin to the right. He already had to squeeze both of his hands together to keep them from shaking. Why not, he thought. He reached into the special inner pocket against his chest and drew out the flat bottle. The tiny cork popped out easily. Venser brought the bottle to his chapped lips and drank a sip of the tingly, spicy fluid that he knew would someday bear him away. It burned his nose before he swallowed, but he liked the burn. Not much left, he noticed. No matter. This was it, the last bottle. If he had a bottle for each time he’d said that.
He slipped the bottle back into his pocket, feeling the mana course through the recesses of his brain, looping and jetting the tight curves.
“What is it?” A voice said.
Tezzeret must have been walking next to him for some time. Venser wondered if perhaps this one could teleport. Have to keep an eye on that. But the fluid he had just drunk made him too sharp to fluster, and he looked casually over at Tezzeret.
“Nothing. A trifle.”
“A trifle?” Tezzeret said. “I see.”
The two walked side by side for a time, Venser’s head racing.
“See, to me that smells like extract of anneuropsis.”
Venser said nothing.
“I’ve been known to keep a bottle handy. It kills weaker metal dancers you know. Strictly people who needed killing. People of no real consequence.”
Venser looked at the human walking next to him. With the anneuropsis in his brain and the other’s glowing shoulder, Tezzeret appeared a dark visage indeed.
“Where did you steal so much etherium?” Venser said.
“I did not steal, artificer,” Tezzeret said with more vehemence than Venser had expected. A sore point, Venser thought. Keep that for later.
Tezzeret flexed his arm, the light from it reflecting in his eyes. “This was hard won. This is my will to power, an escape from weakness and filth.”
“So, what would a powerful being like you be doing here with the scourge?” Venser said.
Tezzeret straightened a bit. “I have masters like any man. I have jobs to do.”
Venser nodded. That was the truest thing the human had said that day.
“What are you here to accomplish?”
