Instead of dropping, Taal got hold of the back of Raidon’s arm. Raidon tried to disengage, but somehow Taal positioned his legs beneath the half-elf. That time, instead of throwing him in a wide arc, Taal did smash Raidon straight into the earth.
His breath whooshed out in a single exhalation. But when Taal tried to drop onto him, Raidon kicked out with all his own considerable strength. He caught the man right in the stomach, which was enough to make Taal hesitate.
Raidon snapped to his feet and regarded his foe. “As I was saying,” he continued, “I lost all sense of myself. Life, which had become one hard fall after another, finally left me in a place where I could fall no more.”
“And yet here you are, fighting with a half smile on your face against impossible odds,” Taal said as he gestured around him. “You, who talk of madness, are the one who must be insane to see what gathers around you. Yet you continue to fight against such an overwhelming force, knowing you have no chance for victory?”
Aboleths, foulborn creatures only slightly humanoid in shape, tentacled masses, bogs of animate, translucent ooze, shifting miasmas of gas, and things that defied description spiraled down from the sky. So far, none seemed interested in going after Raidon while he faced off against Taal.
Raidon couldn’t see Malyanna, but the disk of the Far Manifold remained intact-Japheth must still be keeping her busy. Which meant the warlock would likely appreciate it if Raidon continued to keep the deadly human engaged too.
“I’ve found serenity,” Raidon said. “For the first time in my adult life. Before now, I had a focus I could cling to, one that provided a facade of tranquility. But I’ve finally found something even better. I’ve made peace with all I’ve done. All that is left is to strive for what’s right. Can you say the same, oath-keeper?”
Even as the words dropped from his mouth, the monk realized that by saying them aloud, they crystallized something he had subconsciously come to believe. His words were all true. He breathed out and smiled at his enemy.
Taal stared at him with the surprised intensity of a man who’s just been told he was suffering from a terminal curse.
He said, “I’d give much to accomplish even one thing that was ‘good’ after serving the twisted will of the Lady of Winter’s Peace for so long. But it’s too late for me, monk.”
Taal advanced, his face falling into an expression of resignation. Raidon dropped into his ready stance. “Then you-”
Something grabbed Raidon from behind-a skinless arm as wide as Raidon’s waist. Blood seeped from the raw muscles, and he smelled the breath of something unutterably foul. The thing lifted him from the ground.
It occurred to him, as he twisted in the grip of the aberration, that he probably should have sheathed Angul in its scabbard instead of leaving it burning point down in the ground. In the course of his fight with Taal, they’d moved a dozen or more feet from the Blade Cerulean.
Raidon called on his Sign, which the arm that held him draped partly across. Blue light spouted from the spellscar, illuminating the bones and vessels of the creature; the brief image of bones showing through the thing’s flesh revealed odd spurs. The creature loosened its grip and screamed. Raidon kicked out, using the chest of the monster to launch himself directly away.
Straight for Taal.
Instead of capitalizing on Raidon’s discomfiture, the man sidestepped, allowing Raidon to tumble past and find his legs.
The horrific odor was back, and the half-elf saw why-the creature had chased him down. The thing was a hulking, blood-soaked aberration twice as tall as a man. Its mouth was a horror of mismatched teeth, and its eyes were zombie white orbs. Saliva the color of jade bubbled from the corners of its mouth.
Then Taal was on its back. One of the man’s arms went around the creature’s neck so that his elbow was directly under its chin. Taal squeezed down, using his whole body’s weight and strength to collapse the thing’s head forward.
Something snapped. The creature flopped forward like a marionette whose strings had been cut. Taal jumped away to land on his feet. “Stop wasting your time with me, Raidon, or any of these monsters,” he yelled. “Only one thing matters-stop Malyanna!”
As if his pronouncement was the trigger for a death spell, the man’s eyes went wide with agony. Taal clapped his hands to his temples, screamed, and fell facedown to sprawl beside the aberration he’d just killed.
“Zai zi!” swore Raidon. Apparently the man’s oath had involved more than mere words. It had contained an element of magical enforcement that Taal had failed to mention. Despite that doom, here at the last, Taal had broken his oath anyway, knowing full well the lethal consequence of doing so. It said a lot about him. Not many had the inner will to do what was right if death was their immediate reward.
“You won, Taal. You were not defeated by your oath,” Raidon called.
Shrill screeches of creatures as horrible as the skinless spawn Taal had killed ended Raidon’s musing. If they succeeded, Raidon would tell everyone of Taal’s final sacrifice. If they failed, well, then nothing mattered anymore anyway.
He sprinted to the lens again, grabbing Angul up by the hilt as he sped by.
Foolish to drop me, Raidon, chided the blade. The monk ignored the mental voice, and focused instead on charting a path through the riotous press of creatures clogging the path between himself and the Far Manifold. Why couldn’t he see the eladrin noble?
She is there. I sense her putrid life force.
A humanoid whose flesh swirled and rippled like a poorly sewn quilt leaped to intercept him. Angul cut the creature out of the air. When it fell, the “quilt” burst open to reveal a swarm of spiderlike insects, each scampering on a dozen translucent brown legs. Several brandished stingers dripping with poison. He was past it before the new hatched horde could envelop or sting him.
A scream of triumph drew his eyes through the throng to a figure composed of flapping bat wings … No, not made of bats-covered in them. Malyanna appeared, shaking off the dispersing shroud.
She still had the amulet, twin to the one he had before the Year of Blue Fire transferred the design to his chest.
With stray bats still flapping in her hair, Malyanna raised the amulet and peered into the crystal face.
“No!” Raidon screamed as Malyanna touched the Key to the crystal disk.
“It is done!” she shrieked. “All the days of all the worlds are done!”
The amulet turned to dust in her hands. Raidon felt a sympathetic pinch in his chest and knew that the key she’d just used to open the Far Manifold was destroyed. Even were he to reach Malyanna’s side and slay her with Angul, he couldn’t use the Key of Stars to lock the gate again.
Every eye, aberrant and natural, turned to regard the massive crystal disk.
With a shudder, the Far Manifold cracked open.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
The Year of the Secret (1396 DR)
Citadel of the Outer Void
The stairs on the crazy Citadel didn’t bother Anusha; she took them three at a time. The walk across the hazy plain had seemed interminable, but had provided her mind a chance to rest.
She knew she was leaving Yeva and Thoster behind, but they would have to get to the top when they could; something big was happening up there! At least she’d convinced Yeva to leave the capsule protecting her body at the foot of the ziggurat. The iron woman would move much faster without hauling that around.
Of them all, only Thoster was susceptible to purely physical fatigue. Then again, with his newly discovered regenerating ability, Anusha wasn’t sure even that was true.
She sprinted across one final landing, leaped another channel filled with white fluid, and ignored more of the sprawled bodies that looked as if they’d been dead for centuries. She had no time to investigate curiosities.