Rebellion: Prince of Dawn

Chapter 25.3: Something In The Way

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ILIAS VAN PAYNE

And just like that, Trebor and I were separated from our group, dragged through a puddle into a dusty room with sandstone walls and floors. Judging from the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, it appeared that we were in some sort of small great hall. Only, the room was plastered with dozens and dozens of mirrors on the walls, floor, and ceiling.

"Greetings," the young man that kidnapped us said. "My name is Batta. You've figured out my reflection ability—Bad Moon Rising. This fishing rod is a cursed artifact I named Chase. I can control its line as intricately as I want. And it's indestructible too."

Batta was sitting on one side of the room with a circular mirror on the floor in front of him. He had a fishing line through it that escaped through the ceiling above us.

Adjacent to the wall he was at was a doorway with no door. What was left of its wooden remains had rotted away.

Trebor got onto his feet, readying his whip. "So you're our opponent. It'd be a pleasure to take you out."

Batta licked his lips and giggled before grabbing onto a lamp fixture on the wall. "Nope!"

From out of one of the mirrors on the wall opposite to the doorway, a man attired with a fuzzy hat came flying out.

He pointed towards the door and screamed the words, "Virtual Insanity!"

Suddenly, we were being pulled in the direction towards the door. I planted my feet into the floor to create friction, but it didn't even stick. I was lifted and was pulled all the same.

No, I wasn't being pulled or pushed towards the door. I was falling. For some reason, gravity wasn't pushing onto the floor but towards the door.

Trebor had figured this out before me. Or at least reacted faster. He had already whipped himself to the low-hanging chandelier.

Good, he can take care of himself. And I can hover. At the very least, I can't get hurt from the fall.

Just as I stabilized myself in the air, the man with the fuzzy hat tackled me into spinning out of control. He let go immediately, falling through the door and into the hallway.

Before he could plummet against the wall, he pressed the soles of his boots against the floor and stuck to it like a branch on the side of a cliff.

So he's the user of this gravity-bending ability.

Trebor extended his hand, allowing me to grab onto him.

Off to the side, Batta dangled from the lamp fixture, giggling.

"The new guy can change which direction gravity falls," Trebor mentioned. "It looks like he wants to fight us and leave Batta to continue picking off the others."

"Their plan is simple. They're using Batta to split and pit us against each other."

"Batta or the gravity guy, who do we take care of first?"

The gravity man looks like he was chosen to fight us. I can hover and fly to counter the change of gravity, but it takes me a few moments to do so. That's more than enough time for me to get taken advantage of. And not to mention Trebor. He was too proud of Whip It to carry a firearm and I don't think he knows any spells. But with Whip It, it can always whip its target accurately as long as it's within range. Even if he's falling, Trebor can always catch himself if there's something sticking out of the walls.