Yet if K'shar opened the portal while he was down there…
'K'shar,' she called out in a quavering voice. 'Are you sure?'
'I want to do this, Mari.'
She swallowed hard, then shouted as loudly as parched throat allowed. 'I am glad we could be friends Kshar.'
The half-elf's reply echoed faintly back to her. 'As am I, Mari. Now please go. I will count to one thousand then pull the lever. You must be out of the tunnel before then.'
There was a pause, and she heard his voice echoing up from the furnace of the cavern. 'One… two… three…'
Mari climbed to her feet. 'Farewell, Hunter,' she whispered. Then she turned and broke into a run, careening down the tunnel. As she went, she began to count desperately under her breath.
'… four… five… six…'
Morhion spread his arms as the shadowsteeds dove toward him, claws extended. The two shadevari, each sitting astride one of the winged beasts, opened their fanged maws in screams of depthless hunger. Dissonant words of magic flew from Morhion's tongue. The shadow steeds were so close he could smell their fetid breath. With a final, shouted word, he brought his hands together, releasing the spell.
A cloud of thick smoke expanded rapidly outward.
Morhion dove to the ground and rolled. There was a deafening whir of wings and a terrible rending sound as sharp talons dug into bare stone inches from his head. The shadevari shrieked in rage; the sound of wings receded. The mage climbed to his feet. Already the magi-cal smoke screen that had hidden him was dissipating. Cold dread trickled down Morhion's throat. In the min-utes since he had last looked, the shadowking had grown. Its midnight wings had spread wider, and it had raised itself slightly off the platform, leaning on a long, muscular arm that looked as if it had been carved from polished onyx. He could not see the shadowking's visage, but curving obsidian horns sprang from its brow. In time with the creature's throbbing wings, the Shadowstar pulsated against the creature's torso, glowing brightly one moment, fading to dark the next. Soon the shadowking would be whole.
The last tatters of magical smoke evaporated. High above, the shadowsteeds cried out as they caught sight of their enemy again. They folded their wings and dove once more. Morhion had no more offensive spells left. He could only watch.
Suddenly a dark form appeared before him. Two burning eyes bore into his chest. 'The shadevari will slay you, mage,' Serafi hissed. 'Why do you not do something?'
'I have no magic that will stop them.'
'What of the witch's ring?'
The mage shook his head ruefully. 'Would that I understood its magic. It might indeed help me. But I do not.' What did it matter now? He had done what he had intended; he had bought Mari and K'shar time enough to reach the blocked fissure. 'I will die now.'
'You are wrong, mage!' Serafi shrieked. 'I will not let you!' He stretched a translucent gauntlet toward Morhion's chest. 'I need some of your life force. Give it to me!'
Before Morhion could answer yea or nay, the spectral knight took what he wanted. The mage cried out as crackling green energy leapt from his chest toward Serafi's outstretched fingers.
'Ah, yes!' Serafi whispered exultantly.
The shadowsteeds were nearly upon them. Serafi withdrew his hand as Morhion sank to the ground with a moan. Serafi turned and thrust his clenched gauntlet toward the descending creatures. This time the magic was blood-red, and it crackled away from the spectral knight's hand. Crimson energy engulfed the shadow steeds, sizzling as it plunged into their dark bodies. They screamed in agony, winging high into the sky to circle warily above the pinnacle.
'Your magic-it harmed them,' Morhion gasped in amazement.
Serafi shook an ethereal fist in anger. 'It was not enough.'
Weakly, Morhion struggled to his feet. 'Then do it again,' he croaked. 'Use more of my life force to destroy them.'
'It would kill you,' Serafi said flatly. 'And in case you have forgotten, preserving your body is the sole purpose of this exercise.'
Morhion gave a grim laugh. 'Then I think you have failed, Serafi.' He pointed weakly. High above, the tow shadowsteeds separated, winging away from each other. They were going to dive at the pinnacle from opposing directions.
With effort, Morhion straightened his frame to his full height and brushed his flowing hair from his brow. He would meet his death with dignity. As he lowered his hand, his eye caught a glint of violet. Isela's ring. Once again he was struck by the contrast of brilliance and blackness contained within the ring's purple gem. It was almost as if the jewel did not simply reflect the world round, but rather separated that reflection into the basic components of light and dark. Morhion let out a gasp. In that moment, he understood the key to the ring's magic.
He jerked his head up; the shadowsteeds were mere seconds away. At the ruined tower, his spell of protection had worked against the shadowhounds. Yet he knew now that it had not been the spell itself. It was because of the wall. Morhion cast his memory back to that night, picturing the ancient stone wall: the light of the rising moon glowed brilliantly on one side, while on the other side night reigned pure and perfect. It was the same separation that had marked the beginning of the world, when the song of the gods had split the shadowy chaos into two ordered elements, light and dark.
Could he forge a similar wall now? Perhaps. The spells were simple, and Morhion knew them. He began with a spell of light, conjuring a sphere of brilliant white radiance, then stretching and shaping it into a sheet that covered the summit of the spire. Then he cast a second spell, one of darkness, conjuring a sphere of perfect blackness. By force of will, he stretched this one into a dark plane next to the glowing sheet of white light. He blinked. There it was, stretching across the pinnacle before him: a wall as thin as a hair, blazing white on one side, as black as pitch on the other. The whir of wings filled the air. Astride the shadowsteeds, the shadevari closed in from either side of the spire. They cried out in triumph, unafraid of the two petty magics that formed the wall. That was their mistake.
He plunged his left hand into the wall. The ring exploded in purple brilliance. Violet sparks crackled on both sides of the magical wall. One of the Shadowsteeds was slightly closer than the other. It spread its wings, trying to change course, but too late. Together, beast and shadevar collided with the wall.
For a fractured moment, twin shadevari writhed in midair-one black as midnight, the other blazing as the sun. Creatures of shadow, the shadevar and its steed had both been separated into elements of light and dark, and it was their death. Their combined screams shook the rock beneath Morhion's feet. Then the light and dark halves dissipated like mist before a wind.
Seeing what had happened to its partner, the remaining shadevar shrieked in fury. The beast it rode turned in time to avoid the magical wall and winged swiftly away from the pinnacle. The spells of light and dark expired. The wall vanished. Morhion swore vehemently. He had destroyed one shadevar, but the last one remained.
'Quickly, conjure another wall!' Serafi hissed.
Morhion shook his head. 'I cannot. You know the nature of magic, Serafi. Once used, a spell is gone from my mind. It would take me an hour to learn the spells of light and dark again. And we do not have even a minute.'
His rage beyond words, Serafi let out a blood-chilling cry, then vanished in a dark cyclone. A strange peace descended over Morhion. He turned to gaze at the throne.
Slowly, the shadowking rose to its feet. It was horrifying in its darkness, yet majestic as well, a vast creature of sculpted onyx muscle, with horns and talons like black ice. Against its chest, the Shadowstar pulsated frenetically. The outlines of the creature's face flowed, taking shape. It was nearly complete.
'Behold the King of Shadows,' Morhion whispered in awe.
A high-pitched scream pierced the air. The mage turned to see the remaining shadowsteed winging rapidly across the vale, coming straight for him.
Twenty-One
K'shar's breath rattled in his chest as he whispered the numbers.
