Chapter Thirty: Pickup

~Pov Jantyr~ (Third person)

Jantyr watched his first worshiper ascend to Tier One in awe. He felt no remorse for the destroyed landscape, or the cracks against his barrier. 'Is all ascensions like this? Does that mean Howard will destroy the whole village? Damnit, I have to get him out of here!' Jantyr thought.

He quickly got to work by telling Howard to go outside and get Lenart inside. All with the nice intention of making him ascend outside. Only a fool would fail to notice that he was steaming with energy, trying to break free.

As Howard walked outside and avoided puddles of acid as well as he could, he reached the kilometer long lake of acid, at least two meters deep.

'How the hell am I supposed to "Go get Lenart"?' Howard thought, remembering his deity's words.

As he was thinking, pain struck him and he kneeled on the ground. Jantyr watched in anticipation and had to order his worshipers to stand back. because some of them thought it was a good idea to go save their "leader".

Howard started shaking and just like Lenart lightning streamed all around him, but it wasn't as extravagant. Unlike Lenart no big storm came, no magma, or acid. Just a humble lightning bolt struck Howard and then it was over. Just like Lenart though, it wasn't over yet for him. A burst of energy entered him and more and more sparks danced around his unconscious body.

Then a tower of lightning hit Howard, about two diameters big, then it was over. Howard, just like Lenart, had become a Tier One.

"Go and pick up Howard, then Jasmine! She will split the acid and retrieve Lenart!" Jantyr ordered his followers and they worked quickly. While they were doing that, Jantyr was admiring his haul. Between enhancing his worshipers, protecting the wall and talking with a strong entity which took a lot from him Jantyr had made four thousand faith points. Bringing him up to 4200/8000 FP. He felt great accomplishment from nearing the next rank up. Even if he might have to use a lot of it to make his worshipers stronger.

Jantyr watched one of his strongest worshipers run to the mansion where Jasmine and her friends rested. Sure, she hadn't slept for long, but was long enough to get back to action.

Jasmine slowly opened up her tired eyes. Next to her the two new friends she made along the way laid. To her left was a villager. He was shaking her back and forth, trying to get her attention.

"What do you want?" she asked. She was obviously still tired and exhausted.

"Mam, we need you to save sir Lenart! He's stuck on a small island, in the middle of a lake of acid, created when he became Tier One!" the man hastily explained.

"Fine, just give me five more minutes." she said and turned in her sleep. Still not fully awake. The man didn't have the time, or the patience to wait so he quickly grabbed her and left.

On the man's back was a sleeping beauty that had been rudely interrupted. Her eyes were wide open and her thoughts were speeding faster than the man was running.

The memories of what had happened to her up till now slowly returned and her face turned pale.

"Did you say Lenart needs my help? Why are we going so slow, run faster!" she yelled and hit him in the head. Her staff was somehow in her hand, even though the man had failed to bring it along. Like it was part of Jasmine's body.

The man listened to the ladies command and increased his speed several folds. The houses and buildings became a blur to Jasmine, as she failed to comprehend what was where.

Thankfully the painful ride came to an end and she was dropped off near the gate. When she saw the outside her facial expression plummeted. The ground was completely destroyed, somehow cracks and mountains had formed in the span of hours and a lake of acid, almost reaching the wall, blocked the exit.

Jasmine sighed and slowly walked towards the lake. Her tired legs, barely able to support her weight, slowly burdened itself to walk to Lenart. The acid departed and created a clear path towards Lenart with a casual swing of her staff.

The people on the wall watched in awe. Sure, Lenart and the other nineteen were capable of using magic, but theirs was crude and wasted unnecessary energy. While Jasmine's magic was simple, yet beautiful. Almost no energy was wasted with her movements and the magic itself wasn't extravagant.

With another spell a small horse and a little carriage was created from the ground Jasmine had cleared from acid. It galloped its way to Jasmine and she entered the carriage too. With both of them safe and sound she slowly returned to the village. The acid flooded the clearing she had created and waves formed on the surface of the lake of acid.

"Mom, I want to be like Lady Jasmine when I grow up." one of the smaller kids said. She was eight years old and had barely talked to Jasmine when she still lived in the village. But now when she saw what she was capable of Jasmine managed to become the girl's role model.

Jasmine, who heard her words, smiled at her before entering the city.

The man who dropped her off waited for her at the entrance and quickly led her back to the mansion. Jasmine fell asleep on the man's back, not caring about appearance in front of a fellow worshiper.

As for the villagers, they quickly led Lenart back to his house, where his wife waited for her husband. She panicked when she heard her husband had gone unconscious and tried to run to his aid. But the maid managed to hold her in place and convince her to stay. So she couldn't endanger the child.

Jantyr watched everything with a big smile. Everything had gone well, much better than he thought. Despite his lack of actions he was actually worried Jasmine would have died in that place. He was relieved that wasn't the case.