Warden Ingo Novels & Stories

I have known this was a possible version of tonight since we started planning the raid two days ago, which is long enough to have made the peace with it that making peace with things requires, and I have made the peace with it in the specific way that I make peace with things, which is by looking at it directly and deciding whether it is acceptable and deciding that it is. The wards I have been running since entry have been doing two jobs simultaneously, which is the standard ward architecture for facility entry of this kind, the first job being to keep the building's presence off the Covenant's detection systems and the second being to manage the structural load on a building that was not d

The Valkyrie-Apex armor shrieked a critical damage warning. "Physical attacks are irrelevant," the Warden mocked, expanding its mass. "I am the weight of a thousand dead worlds. I am inflation. I multiply your suffering." Suddenly, the single chain multiplied into a hundred, then a thousand, filling the air with a deadly web of gravitational whips. Jack coughed, wiping the blood from his mouth. He looked at his HUD. The Warden's mass was constantly fluctuating, inflating its attack power exponentially. Jack couldn’t match it physically; the creature was literally using physics as a cheat code.

But this is the tradition you will never be told stronger if you won't pass this forest. ___________ KEZTOR_elder "Walter" power_THUNDER FINO: VENOM GUALTIERO: GRAVITY MAI: WATER NARKISSA: NUMBNESS and TELEPORT NUNZIO: VOICE ORAZIO: SNIPER "Warg grandson, that was the list of all your clan allies. Are you sure about this" "I was born ready grandpa this is what I've been training for right? So what are you asking me like that?"

“He just killed Jeron.” “They are honored guests of Lorem.” “Lorem?” Gideon’s voice lowered in deference. “I am assigned as their escort and more come behind us. A band of mages that Lorem has managed to sway to our side.” “Mages!” Gideon cried in shock. He's not going to by that. I was looking at them worriedly. Killian was backing up toward me. Blocking anyone from approaching me. “Our leader is a persuasive man.” Vex dismissed. “Let them through. We must be on our way. My camp will be coming behind the mages.”

“The wards on your door recognized me.” That made my blood run cold. A shiver, colder than any water, traced a path down my spine. He was right. The academy’s magical protections were formidable, designed to keep intruders out, to only allow entry to those who had been explicitly granted access. I had carefully configured my own wards, ensuring only Ranon, Alaric, and Theron could enter without my direct permission.

That, more than anything, made him flinch. “You will be known,” I added. “No masks. No bargains. No hierarchy beyond function.” I extended my hand, not clawed, not burning. Human. Inferno watched from beneath my skin. “If you accept that,” I said, “step forward.” Rowan did not hesitate this time. The moment his foot crossed the sigil line, the wards reacted, not by striking, but by testing. A ripple of heat passed over his skin, searching, discerning. Inferno brushed his consciousness, not invading, not controlling. Just… listening.

--- Neva writes it into the notation before the contact has fully closed. *Mireth. Warden: Vael. Thirty years of governance under concealment. Three adjacent cities sustained simultaneously. Agrees to participate in training framework development for incoming Wardens. Knowledge: how to hold what cannot be held. How to maintain what no one person should maintain alone. What the impossible version looks like from the inside.* She writes: *This knowledge belongs in the record.* She writes: *It is in the record now.* She closes the volume. She looks at Vael.

It was as if the girl was an important person who had free access to enter the building. The girl occasionally looked at the people who also looked down at her, she didn't reply or respond to them. His steps continued to bring the girl into the room filled with CCTV. Until her steps stopped in front of a room that said "General"Frederick Dominic, the girl's hand went up to knock on the door knock ..tok..tok.. "Come in!" When the girl had heard the answer from inside the room, in a fairly firm baritone voice. Finally the girl opened the doorknob and stepped into the military-style room but seemed relaxed.

She was surprisingly strong despite being slightly shorter than him, almost as strong as Nala. “Beta Inga. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be inside?” The warrior straightened but dipped his gaze. “It seems they forgot to tell me the presentation was happening.” Inga responded; her voice no less light than before. “But I’m here now, so will you let us in?” “You can enter, but he can’t. Upper ranks only.” He grunted. “I don’t even know this wolf.” Finally, Inga released him in favour of stepping up to the warrior. Rather than intimidate, she set her eyes wide and popped her bottom lip. There was something oddly terrifying about the pose and both Connor and the guard flinched.

Damien Vale. It wasn’t scratched out. It was glowing. And next to it? Elara Vale. There was a new word under mine: Bearer. The shard I held pulsed—just once. Then died. And went completely silent. “No…” “Welcome to the ledger,” a voice behind me said. I turned and spotted a shape enrobed in black ice. The Warden. His face was a wilderness of runes and veins, but the force within him was irrefutable. “Long time been waiting for you,” he said. “You and your precious shard.” I raised my hand, but the shard did not respond, and then he smiled.