Janik had no idea what she meant, but there was a certainty in her gaze and her voice, and a warm comfort in her touch that eased the worry from his brow and softened the knot of anxiety in his heart.
“We need to move,” Dania said. “Krael and Sever have already entered the heart of the temple.”
Dania picked up her helmet and settled it on her head as Mathas and Janik shared a helpless glance. Auftane was distracted, staring out the window as he waited for Dania to lead the way.
She gripped her sword, and with a quick glance back to make sure the others were following, started down the stairs. She retraced their steps almost all the way back to the chamber where they had fought the giant, but led them instead to a steeply descending staircase. Another maze of passages greeted them on the lower level, but Dania led them with as much confidence as she had shown earlier—except this time, she kept glancing back to make sure her friends were following.
“We haven’t seen a single guard since we killed the giant,” Janik observed as they hurried after Dania, hustling to keep up with her purposeful strides.
“True,” Mathas said. “I’m not sure how to interpret that.”
“I know,” Janik said. Part of him was relieved—he wanted to reach Maija as quickly as possible, especially if there was any chance that Krael might kill her before they arrived. But he also worried. “I wonder if Maija—if the Fleshrender—called all the zakyas back to this ‘heart of the temple’ to defend her.”
“Not to mention more of those giants,” Auftane piped up from behind them.
“I had hoped no one would mention the giants,” Janik said with a grim smile. “That could be the end of it.”
“There is another possibility,” Mathas said. “Perhaps the Fleshrender is overconfident. It’s possible that it never considered that we might escape. Maybe we’ve already slain what few guards could be spared.”
“I prefer that possibility,” Janik said, “and for that reason, I doubt it.”
Dania stopped and looked over her shoulder at him, smiling. “Sometimes, Janik, the worst possibility is not the one that proves true.”
“Maybe so, but I find it’s generally better to prepare for the worst. Unless you’ve got information you haven’t shared, I’ll brace myself.”
“See for yourself,” Dania said, rounding a corner. They stopped before a towering stone door that yawned into an enormous vaulted chamber. An elaborate tracery of lines and symbols writhed over the floor, inlaid with a dull silver but echoing the lines of flame in the pinnacle chamber. A massive stone block stood at the center of the room, carved with snarling tiger faces—a motif also repeated in the carvings on the walls. A large stone tablet leaned against this block, which Janik presumed to be an altar. Runic symbols were carved into the surface of the tablet.
The ceiling gave off a dim red light that illuminated every corner, but darkness seemed to hang in the air despite that light, as if the shadows had substance. A palpable presence was in the chamber, brooding and malicious.
No giants waited and no zakyas threatened. Maija stood a few paces in front of the stone altar, her fingers twisted in the gestures of a spell. Krael faced her, snarling, his flail swinging slowly in his hand. The warforged lay motionless on the floor, cut in half at the waist. An enormous sword, looking like it was made of pure midnight, hovered in the air near Krael, dancing around him and occasionally lashing out to cut him.
Janik realized that Krael looked very weak. The magical sword bit and sliced him faster than his undead body could regenerate, and Maija’s spells had taken a toll as well. Janik wasn’t sure how much longer Krael would last, and he noticed in himself a strange urge to rush forward and help his old enemy—help him defeat Maija.
“Dania,” Janik said quietly, “it’s time. Whatever power you have to fight this thing, I sure hope it works.”
Though Janik had spoken in a mere whisper, Krael heard it, for he turned his head to glance at the doorway. In that instant, Maija completed her spell, engulfing the vampire in a blinding burst of sinister, red-black flame.
When the blaze of hellfire subsided, Krael was gone.
19
Death
“Janik, my love,” Maija said with a sneer, “how kind of you to come and offer yourself in sacrifice.”
The floor rumbled as though the fiend imprisoned in the ziggurat were stirring, restive in his bonds. Janik’s eyes grew wide as he looked around for any sign that Dhavibashta might be breaking free.
“Janik,” Dania whispered, “there is still time. I need you all to keep her busy, and we need to weaken her if I’m going to force it out. Go!”
Janik needed no further encouragement. Drawing his sword as he ran, he closed the distance to Maija but came up short as the midnight sword slashed through the air in front of him, missing his throat by less than a hand’s breadth.
“Hang on, Janik!” Mathas called from near the door. “I’ll see if I can eliminate that sword!” Janik heard him chanting, but watched Maija’s mouth curl into a wicked smile.
“I don’t think so, dear Mathas,” Maija said, thrusting her hand forward as if to punch, launching an invisible force that sent Mathas crashing against the wall behind him. With the wind knocked out of him, Mathas couldn’t continue his spell. Janik brought his short sword up to block the slashing arc of Maija’s magical blade. The clash of the ebony force and Janik’s steel sent black sparks crackling into the air, stinging Janik’s eyes.
Dania advanced just behind Janik, moving with caution, her sword flaring with holy power in her hand. Auftane came up next to her, holding his mace in both hands but looking a little unsure what to do.
“Don’t hold back, Auftane!” Dania shouted, sensing his hesitation. “At least not until I can get the spirit out of her!”
“Cast me out of this vessel, Dania?” Maija said, an expression of genuine surprise crossing her face for an instant. “That seems unlikely.”
With a quick gesture, she directed her sword away from Janik to slash at Dania, catching her off guard and making a long, shallow gash in her upper arm.
“And extremely inconvenient,” Maija added.
Janik, no longer threatened by the sword, tumbled forward past Maija, coming out of his roll right behind her. He aimed a fierce jab at her lower back—a potentially crippling blow, if placed just right. At the last instant, Maija turned slightly and his eyes met hers.
So many nights he had gazed into those warm pools of brown. Her eyes had always been windows to him, letting him see everything that was in her heart, anything that troubled her—and all the love she held for him. Was it some trick of the rakshasa that he thought he saw that love still? Or was Maija showing herself to him despite the Fleshrender’s control?
His attack lost its strength and glanced off an invisible force surrounding her body. He stood helpless, transfixed by her eyes.
“Janik,” she murmured softly, “heart of my heart …”
“Janik, no!” Dania screamed. The first thing he noticed were Dania’s inhuman, quicksilver eyes, but then he saw the flash of fire in Maija’s hand. He leaped backward, throwing himself onto the floor as another blast of flame roared over him, searing him with its heat though it failed to engulf him. He landed hard but kept rolling until he could get his feet under him again. Maija’s fiendish cackle echoed louder than the blast of fire.
Auftane made a wide circle around Maija and hurried over to Janik. “Let me help you,” he said, one of his curing wands in his hand. Janik saw Mathas, leaning weakly against the far wall, launch a bolt of lightning from his fingers toward Maija.
Janik gaped in horror as the lightning forked to pass harmlessly around Maija. With a flick of her wrist, she deflected part of the spell back at Mathas. The lightning crackled up and down his body. He fell to the floor and lay still.