The confession hit Mallory hard. Staring at Church, he struggled with the mysterious tides of his powerful emotions, then, unable to comprehend or contain them, he gave in and with an anguished roar drew his sword and half-scrambled over the lip of the crevice.
Church and Veitch dragged him back, too late. A cry went up and the ground vibrated with feet running in their direction.
‘That’s torn it!’ Veitch wrenched out his sword, the blue and black flames surging, entwining.
‘Sorry. Hell, what’s wrong with me!’ Mallory raged.
Church gripped his arm, steadied him. ‘Forget it. Fight!’
Blue Flames whooshed as they drew their swords together. All three of them were stunned by the way the fire from the three blades funnelled together, twisting in complex shapes, interacting, throwing out bolts of crackling energy.
It echoed within each of them, feeding the Pendragon Spirit so they felt unbelievably stronger, more confident.
‘The Three Great Swords of Existence!’ they heard an awed Tom exclaim behind them. ‘In use together for the first time in generations. Three become one!’
They had no time to consider what it meant. The first brutish creatures appeared at the lip of the crevice.
‘We’ve got to get out of here!’ Veitch yelled. ‘They’ll just pick us off one by one trapped down here!’
Church scrambled back along the crevice with Ruth, Shavi, Caitlin and Tom close behind, and Mallory and Veitch protecting the rear. Scrabbling for footholds, Church propelled himself up the opposite wall of the crevice and out onto the hardpan. The roar that greeted him from the enemy was deafening. At the same time he saw activity along the rows of windows in the Fortress wall. In the midst of the action, his attention alighted on two things: the delight that came to Niamh’s face, not that of someone who spies a former lover, but something cruel and sadistic; and the devastation that marred Laura’s battered features.
Battle cries that sounded like the roars of hungry animals filled the air.
The enemy streamed across the narrowest gap in the crevice, and within seconds Church was fighting for his life. The brutish creatures moved with the speed and strength of gorillas, using their long arms to propel themselves forwards before slashing in a frenzied manner with short, serrated swords. Bracing himself, Church hacked with Caledfwlch, but each collision was so bone-jarring that he was almost thrown from his feet.
Within seconds, Veitch and Mallory were at his side and he felt his strength and stamina increase proportionately. The air was red with blood-mist and lit with the electric sizzle of the Blue Fire, dancing around them as though it was alive.
‘Nice one, Mallory,’ Veitch shouted between attacks. ‘Why didn’t you send up flares while you were at it?’
‘I didn’t want you to get lonely doing all the screwing up.’ Mallory’s Templar swordsmanship was more controlled than the other two, and he carved through two for every one Church and Veitch took down with their self-taught skill.
For several minutes, the world was just the hard-fought few feet around them, where the dismembered bodies piled up and their own lives were challenged every second. But then they each became aware of activity beyond their sphere.
A gap in the attacking bodies revealed Ruth transformed into a furious elemental force, her hair whirling about her head, Blue Fire crackling off her and the Spear of Lugh, which she wielded with brutal efficiency. Attackers she didn’t even touch flew back from the force of invisible hands. Others were turned inside out, or had their eyes boiled in their heads.
‘Bleedin’ hell,’ Veitch said. ‘You’re not going to want to get in a fight with her.’
Beyond Ruth, Caitlin was a force of nature too. Her eyes blazed as she carved a path through the brutish creatures with her axe, which whirled so fast it was barely visible. Heads split in two, limbs were cleaved, and while she was striking with one arm, she was tearing out throats with the other. When one attacker broke through her defences, Caitlin effortlessly clamped her teeth on his jugular and ripped it away; blood drenched her hair and face, but she never missed a step. The savagery of her attack was counterpointed by the eerie calmness of her face.
‘We’re the A-Team,’ Veitch said, gutting another attacker.
As the waves of brutish creatures thinned out, Church dared to hope they had survived the onslaught. But then Niamh’s shrill laughter echoed nearby, and the attackers came to a halt.
Through some trickery, Niamh had got the better of Ruth, who now slumped in a daze at Niamh’s feet, a knife at her throat.
‘My rival of the heart for so long, through all those years of my awakening to the pain of human existence, and here she is, finally at my mercy.’ Niamh laughed. ‘Oh, how different things would have been if I had cut the life from her all those times ago.’ Niamh looked directly at Church, no hurt in her eyes, just cruel glee. ‘And now she is here, I have no true need of her death, for I have already got you, my sweet, in a form that is better than the one you now occupy, stronger, more attuned to me. I have won. And she has lost, because I will have you for ever, and she will not. Though she no longer matters to me one jot, I will kill her anyway, because I can. Because it will drive you into my arms, soon now, just a little way along this road.’
Church froze. Was this it? The moment of shattering devastation that would transform him into the Libertarian? He looked at Ruth, the knife at her throat, and his heart broke. Nothing mattered more than keeping her alive; not the destruction of all Existence, all his friends, his sanity, his soul. Nothing.
At the great Fortress wall, the enormous gates rattled open slowly. The black gulf grew wider, like a monstrous mouth, and then light flooded in to reveal a sea of misshapen creatures poised to spill out across the hardpan.
Mallory let his sword drop to his side. ‘This is starting to look like game over.’
Church turned his attention from the reinforcements back to Niamh’s hard smile, and then to the knife poised a fraction of an inch from destroying his world. And then Ruth’s eyes snapped open, her lips moved and after the disconnection of a second, a word of power boomed out. A bolt of Blue Fire seared across Niamh’s face and into the silver sky where it exploded like fireworks. Screaming, Niamh staggered back, clutching her face. One side of her shimmering golden features was seared black, the sun being eaten by the moon.
Caitlin grabbed Ruth’s arm and hauled her towards Church, Veitch and Mallory. In the lull, Shavi and Tom clambered out of their shelter in the crevice and faced the oncoming horde.
‘Hundreds of them,’ Veitch said. The bleak edge to his voice stung them all.
‘No point running,’ Mallory said. ‘Got to die sometime.’
‘I always planned on picking my moment,’ Veitch said. ‘Fuck.’
‘The bad news never stops coming.’ Tom was facing away from the
Fortress, looking out across the hardpan. The others turned to see what had caught his attention.
Glistening like oil, a black wave washed across the hardpan. On skittering insect legs, the Fomorii came, their forms changing as they moved, plates clanking into place, spikes bursting from the gleaming carapaces, wings unfurling. Thousands of the shape-shifting beasts converged on the Fortress gates.
‘They found their way through the Groghaan Gate,’ Church said.
‘This is just overkill.’ Mallory turned slowly to take in the full weight of the forces ranged against them. On the lip of the crevice, the tiny knot of Brothers and Sisters of Dragons was at the eye of a hurricane of savage enemies. Amidst a deafening, full-throated clamour, the Void’s army continued to surge out of the Fortress, like the flow from a disturbed anthill. The Fomorii were almost upon them too, the low rumble of their call and response now resonating in the pits of their stomachs.
Church felt for Ruth’s hand, and they exchanged one brief, painful look of regret.
‘We always knew it would come down to this, right?’ Veitch said. ‘People like us, we were never going to
win.’
‘Speak for yourself,’ Mallory muttered. He eyed Caitlin, wishing his friend was there, but seeing only the grim face of the Morrigan.
‘Laura ought to be here,’ Shavi said. ‘We should all be together at the end.’ Searching the swelling ranks, Shavi finally glimpsed her casting one desperate look his way before moving towards the Fortress gates of her own accord. His heart sank.
As Church prepared for the wave to break over them, he realised something odd was happening. The Fomorii had moved into a crescent formation, the twin horns bypassing the Brothers and Sisters of Dragons. His first thought was that they were completing the circle, but they continued with mounting speed until they crashed with the force of a tsunami on the disoriented ranks of the Enemy.
Church had forgotten the sheer ferocity of the Nightwalkers. The Fomorii ripped through the brutish creatures, the Lament-Brood, the Redcaps, as if they were sheep. Razor-sharp limbs and snapping jaws churned up a fountain of body parts, bones and blood, as if the Enemy had been put through a giant mincer. A red haze came down, making it impossible to see more than a few yards ahead.
The unthinking enemy army put up a fierce resistance, seemingly oblivious to their own impending destruction. By sheer weight of numbers they bought down several of the Fomorii. But soon paths were being carved through their ranks and the flow from the gates was reversed: the retreat had been announced.
Church and the others shielded themselves from the wild, bloody storm in the reaches of the crevice, but as it moved towards the Fortress wall, they clambered out to witness the carnage. A red slurry lay across the ochre hardpan. Along the walls, some of the Fomorii harried the last of the Enemy left out in the open after the gates were closed, while others threw themselves at the walls, attempting to break through or scale them.
‘What the hell?’ Mallory said. ‘Never saw that one coming.’
‘I . . . I think that may explain it,’ Ruth gasped.
Making his way across the hardpan with a piratical swagger was Hunter. Behind him trailed Miller, Jack and Virginia, all in the bizarre shadow of a hooded giant.
Stunned, Church and the others could only gape as Hunter offered a broad grin and a wave. ‘Missed me?’ he said.
‘We thought you were dead,’ Shavi replied. ‘All of you.’
‘Takes more than a few-hundred-foot fall to kill me. I’m a hard, hard man.’ He nodded towards Miller. ‘Besides, when you’ve got Doctor Miller here with his healing hands, anything is possible.’
Church shook his hand forcefully. ‘It’s good to have you back, Hunter.’
‘Who’s the big guy?’ Veitch asked.
‘My new brother. Yeah, probably wouldn’t be a good idea to antagonise him. He gets under your skin and into your head, and not in a good way.’
Ruth looked towards the Fomorii. ‘How did you—?’
‘Him too.’
While Mallory hugged Miller, then Virginia, and clapped Jack on the back with honest relief, Shavi said with cautious sensitivity, ‘We feared you had been murdered by Laura. She has not been herself.’
‘You always did have a way with words,’ Hunter said noncommittally. His grin remained broad.
‘Did she attack you?’ Ruth pressed.
‘Not something we need to think about right now.’
‘It’s something you need to think about very shortly,’ Tom said sharply. ‘She’s working with the Enemy. She’s inside the Fortress. With all she knows about us and our plans, she could cause untold damage.’
‘I’ll deal with her,’ Hunter said. He removed the Balor Claw from his backpack and slipped it on.
‘What’s that?’ Church asked suspiciously.
‘Nice, isn’t it?’ Hunter turned it so it caught the harsh light. ‘I think it adds to my flamboyant appeal. Got to look good going into battle.’
‘Hunter, I know how much you cared for Laura,’ Ruth pressed. ‘I know you must be devastated by what she did to you. It’s okay to let it out.’
‘Nothing to let out, beautiful.’
‘Just . . . just don’t hurt her. Whatever she’s done, she’s still one of us,’ Ruth said, unsettled by his calm demeanour.
‘Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.’
‘Virginia can lead us inside the Fortress?’ Church asked.
‘There’s a dry river bed about a mile that way.’ Hunter indicated east. ‘It runs close to the walls. Somewhere along it there’s the remains of an underground tributary. Follow that and it’ll bring you through run-off channels to the lowest levels of the Fortress. Apparently it’s pretty deserted down there, so we should be able to move quickly to a good proximity of where we need to be.’
‘I don’t think we should travel together,’ Church said.
‘I agree.’
‘Are you mad?’ Ruth said. ‘Haven’t you seen a hundred horror films where the team splits up only to get picked off one by one?’
‘We need to maximise our chances of somebody getting through,’ Church said. ‘If we’re all travelling together we’re easy to find - and to kill.’
‘If you want my advice, you should lead your original lot,’ Hunter said. ‘Mallory and Caitlin work well together. Looks like they’ve still got Hal in the lantern. That makes a team. I’ll take Miller, Jack - the Two Keys - and Virginia. We’ve got a good rhythm going.’
‘Mallory can take the Extinction Shears so we haven’t got all our resources together,’ Church said.
‘I’ll look for Laura first,’ Hunter said. ‘Neutralise the fact that she could upset the apple cart. Then I’ll head for the reunion.’ He ignored Ruth’s searching gaze.
‘How will we know where and when to meet up?’ Shavi asked.
‘My new pal.’ Hunter indicated the giant who was standing motionless on the fringes, his head cocked to one side. ‘He’s some kind of mentalist - reads minds, talks to you in your head. Weird as hell, but it works. He’s the link for group communication, and he can also perceive any potential threats upcoming on our routes. And guide me to Laura.’
‘Sounds like a plan.’ The relief in Church’s voice was palpable. ‘I thought we were done for. Now we’re back on course. I’ll tell the others.’
Veitch and Hunter were left alone. ‘You and me, we’re alike,’ Veitch said, gently clanking his silver hand against the Balor Claw. ‘Same basic abilities, same psycho-skills for killing. You’re smarter by a long way, and I’m not going to be copying your fashion sense, but we’re on the same wavelength, right?’
Hunter nodded, wondering where Veitch was going with this line of thought.
‘I might be a thick-headed git from South London, but that doesn’t mean I don’t learn from my mistakes,’ Veitch continued. ‘So whatever you’re planning for Laura, give her a break. Things might not be how they seem. I know how you can end up doing stuff that you’d never normally do. Her and me, we’ve never seen eye to eye, but deep down her heart’s in the right place. For her sake . . . and for yours . . . don’t do something you’ll regret for the rest of your life.’
‘Thanks for the advice.’
They nodded curtly and separated. Veitch hoped he’d done enough; Hunter was impossible to read, but Veitch was afraid they really were too much alike.
While Mallory and Caitlin examined the unnervingly weak flame in the Wayfinder, and Hunter regaled the others with a brief but dramatic version of his journey from Winter-side, Church and Ruth returned to Veitch.
‘Everything is going in the right direction now,’ Ruth said. ‘We’ve eased the tensions amongst us. We’ve turned you away from the Libertarian—’
‘No, we haven’t,’ Church said bluntly. A shadow crossed his face. ‘If everything was going fine, he’d be here, making our lives a misery every step of the way. But he’s not, he’s sitting back somewhere, and that means he still thinks things are on course.’
‘But what can go wrong now?’ Ruth said. ‘We’re together.’ She squeezed his hand tightly. ‘You said that it was somethin
g to do with you and me that tips you over to become the Libertarian - we’re not going to let that happen.’
The defiance in her voice failed to move him. A black mood welled up in Church, all his fears laid bare, and Ruth realised how much he had been suppressing it. She couldn’t bear to see that raw emotion etched in his face.
‘We don’t know what’s ahead,’ he said. ‘We can mitigate against it as much as possible, but . . . we don’t know. One thing’s for sure - I will never let myself become the Libertarian. I’ve already seen some of the misery my stupid, thoughtless actions have caused. I’m not going to have any more on my conscience. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure the Libertarian’s future doesn’t come to pass.’
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