the Garonin weapons was one option. He chose a second. Densyr stared at the nearest Garonin as the soldier’s hand rested on the trigger of his weapon.
‘I’d duck if I were you,’ he said.
The Heart of Xetesk exploded. The speed of the shock wave was incredible. The ground rippled underfoot, upsetting every Garonin, pitching them from their feet. It was followed by a series of detonations from deep within the catacombs. Densyr’s Orsyn’s Cocoon covered the four of them above and below, a seamless bubble of mana that he would cling on to for as long as his mind would let him.
From the centre of the catacombs the ground heaved in expanding concentric circles. Cracks were torn and blue fire lashed out, sending shards of stonework out in lethal clouds. Garonin, struggling to their feet, were cut to shreds in their tens and dozens. The ripple detonations thundered beneath Densyr and his charges. They were cast up eight or ten feet and dumped back down.
The ground collapsed beneath them and they fell further. All around them Garonin soldiers died. The air was full of whistling missiles. Great slabs of catacomb wall spiralled high, crashing down on the undefended. Bodies were smeared beneath falls of rock that would have crushed dragons. The ripples fled ever outwards, blue light gleaming under the surface. The wolves leapt out and bolted, howling as they went.
Densyr could just see the remaining college walls to the north judder and fall. Below, in the catacombs, nought would be left but dust. Stones and debris rattled on the skin of the cocoon. Densyr could feel his link to the Heart fade and die. An intense sadness swept into his body and the shield was gone. There was still mana here. He could feel it, taste it. But the flow he knew, the security that had always been there… nothing was left. Not a trickle. Mage rendered man.
‘I wonder if this really was always inevitable,’ he said.
‘Probably,’ said Diera.
She hugged Hirad close to her. The little boy was cut and crying but otherwise unharmed. Physically at least. Jonas coughed and sat up, using his sword as a prop to help him stand.
‘Is it over?’ he asked.
‘Well, that depends whether the Garonin find us of no more use or whether they feel annihilation is fitting revenge. Either way, we should probably get out of this hole. I dread to think what it’s like below us. As treacherous as shifting sands, I should think.’
‘Densyr,’ said Diera, feeling able to use his new name at last
‘Denser, I think,’ said Denser. ‘That little ego trip didn’t last, did it?’
‘Denser, then. Sol would have been proud of you. Thank you.’
‘Don’t thank me. Not yet,’ said Denser. ‘Not until he comes for you. Come on. We need to find somewhere safer to hide.’
The doorway was open. The light that encased Sol was blinding. All any of them had to do was turn and walk towards it and they would be gone. And the Garonin would be right behind them. The pull, the temptation, was enormous. But to give in would be a betrayal of everything for which Sol had sacrificed his life.
And so Ilkar turned back, the howls of the Garonin loud in his ears, and watched them charge across the open space. There had to be two thousand of them in ranks forty yards wide. They would reach The Raven and TaiGethen in moments. They would roll over them as if they were wheat in a field and they would plunder a new set of dimensions.
Even so, Hirad, who stood a few paces in front of him, did not flinch or turn to run. And he held The Raven with him, daring any of them to weaken. Erienne was casting beside him and how he wished he could do the same, but something was still missing. It hardly mattered now, he supposed.
‘Pick your targets, Raven,’ said Hirad as Garonin weapons came to bear. ‘Ilkar, Erienne, we need shields now. Let’s keep them back as long as we can.’
Which would be a few heartbeats at best. Ilkar searched within himself for the ability to make something from this place bereft of mana. For Erienne, the task was plainly a simple one.
‘Shield up,’ she said.
The Garonin halted twenty yards from them. Ilkar watched them move into an arc, surrounding The Raven completely. He felt powerless, useless. With Erienne shielding them, he was the one who could actually deal damage but he had no idea how. Thraun stood stock still to Darrick’s left, lips drawn back from his teeth. He snarled. Darrick, like Hirad beside him, faced the enemy with no hint of fear. But to Hirad’s right Sirendor was twitchy, unsure. The TaiGethen flowed left and right along the thin Raven line, seeming far more than the five they numbered.
‘Are you ready for this, Erienne?’ asked Hirad.
‘We’re about to find out,’ she replied.
‘You can hold on,’ said Sol, his voice around them all, comforting and strong. ‘Trust me. Help is near.’
The Garonin opened fire.
White bloomed across Erienne’s shield. A thundering and crackling noise built up, reaching a screaming crescendo. Ilkar couldn’t see beyond the front edge of the shield, such was the density of fire. Erienne was driven to her knees. She stretched out her arms and a guttural sound escaped her throat. She gasped. Ilkar blinked. She was being pushed slowly back across the floor, and the shield would be coming with her.
‘Pace back, Raven,’ called Hirad into the booming noise. ‘We won’t see them until they step inside. Ilkar, is there nothing you can do?’
Ilkar felt the question like a slap in the face.
‘There’s no mana here,’ he said.
‘There’s nothing here. No swords, no armour. Nothing,’ said Hirad. ‘This isn’t about reality. It is about belief. You believe you see me, don’t you?’
‘Yes but…’
‘It’s the same for your mana,’ said Hirad. ‘Believe you can cast. Expect to cast.’
Ilkar shook his head. His mind remained a blank for constructing spells but there was something he could do. He hurried over to Erienne, dropped to his haunches and leaned his weight against her. Ilkar felt her move into his body. He put his arms about her stomach and held her close.
‘Tell me how you’re feeling,’ he said into her ear.
‘You ssshould, ttry, tthhis,’ she said.
‘I wish I could. You’re doing brilliantly. Keep talking to me.’
‘Ignore the emptiness,’ gasped Erienne. ‘Use your memories. You already are for everything you see of us. It works, I promise.’
The fire density increased steadily. Either more Garonin were attacking or…
‘They are closing,’ said Sol, his voice sounding deep in Ilkar’s head.
‘How are you doing that?’
‘Things are a little different from where I’m sitting. You have squads of Garonin coming in at the far left and right of the shield where it touches the edifice. The main bulk are standing off and there is another force behind them. They will look to get to me. Be wary.’
Ilkar saw the TaiGethen split and move to the flanks. Within the bubble of Erienne’s shield the open ground was quite limited. Perhaps only forty feet square. But the defenders were very thinly spaced.
‘It will only take one to touch me,’ said Sol as if reading his thoughts. ‘And we are lost.’
‘Where’s that help you promised?’ asked Hirad.
‘Just around the corner,’ said Sol. ‘In a manner of speaking.’
‘Ilkar.’ It was Erienne, and her voice sounded as if she were about to break.
‘Not long now,’ he said. ‘Be strong.’
‘I need you to be able to help me,’ she said. ‘They are speaking to me.’
‘They’re what? Who?’
The sky over Ulandeneth turned black.
Chapter 46
