Closing in on a flaming ellipsoid, the nearest tree-bubble expanded by orders of magnitude, inflating like a huge balloon. Stretching its outer membranes, the water sphere opened and turnedinside out. In an instant, like a fish gulping an insect, the bubble entirely englobed the fireball in a filmy prison. From within the bubble, the treeling added strength drawn from the worldforest trapping the faeros. Though the elemental flame struggled, caught between the water and tree forces, it could not escape.
Before the numerous faeros could alter their courses, hundreds of the small tree-bubbles expanded and swallowed the fireballs, removing them from the battlefield.
Well, look at that theyre containing the bastards, Crim said with a whoop.
The bubbles snared the unsuspecting faeros, scooping them out of space. Within minutes, fully a quarter of the freshly emerged ellipsoids had been captured within the thin liquid walls. When a tree-bubble had encased a fiery entity, it hauled the squirming and helpless faeros back toward the nearest star.
More tiny tree-bubbles flitted back and forth, searching for fireballs to snap up. The flaming elementals withdrew, apparently in a panic, and the small pearly spheres pursued them.
Borne along with the ships of Nikkos fellow water bearers, theAquarius raced into the turbulent flare zone around Ildiras primary star.
Where do you think were going, boy? Caleb asked.
Nikko shrugged. Were following them.
The first tree-bubbles dragged their captive flames down into the suns photosphere. Without hesitation, they plunged into the roiling stellar sea, pulling the trapped faeros with them. One after another, the expanded bubbles dropped like stones into the star, sinking deep until they vanished in the plasma oceans.
His father watched with keen interest. Looks good so far, but now what are they going to do?
Nikko had a sense of the answer. I think theyll hold the faeros inside the suns and seal the transgates. Those traps will keep the faeros within their stars, just like they bottled the hydrogues inside their planets.
I wish theyd just snuff out the damned things, Caleb muttered.
Crim Tylar still didnt understand. Dont the faeroslike living in the suns?
Nikko had only a tenuous grasp of what the wentals really wanted. The wentals and the verdani have enough power to imprison them there. Theycould snuff them, but they need to achieve balance, not destruction. The wentals and the verdani have to neutralize them, not eliminate them.
Hundreds more tree-bubbles submerged themselves and their captives in the incandescent layers of the bloated sun. Somewhere deep inside, the elementals reached a point where they could seal the transgate in the stellar core, permanently cutting off the flow of emerging faeros.
As the raging fireballs around the star grew more desperate, the wentals inside theAquarius s hold seemed ready to pry their way out through the hull plates. Nikko flew directly toward the firestorm.
What are you doing? Caleb yelped.
Cant you feel it? Nikko hit the cargo doors and released all the wental water he carried. With an exuberant leap, the spray of elemental liquid spread out in a shimmering curtain. Before the faeros could dodge around the curtain, a second wave of tree-bubbles converged on them from behind, capturing fireballs before they could join the battle at Ildira.
Now, thats satisfying, Nikko said through a wash of adrenaline. Behind him, he saw many of his fellow water bearers doing the same. The innocuous-looking tree-bubbles continued to engulf and remove the faeros. The new synthesis of verdani and wental proved stronger than the flaming elementals.
I think we can call it a good days work, Crim said. And lets get the hell out of here.
152
Osirah
Adar Zannh, take me down to Mijistra whatever is left of it, said Mage-Imperator Jorah. I need to see the city with my own eyes.
Though apprehensive, the Adar was ready to face the disaster he had left behind. He and Osirah had rushed away from the faeros without ever witnessing the carnage of the impact. Yes, Liege.
Osirah closed her eyes, already able to feel her siblings down there with Prime Designate Daroh. She sensed how she, Rodh, and the others could help the Mage-Imperator vanquish Rusah, and she was ready for it. But this would be far worse than facing the hydrogues again at Golgen. She opened her eyes, stepped forward to stand between her parents, and stared at the images of destruction on the viewscreen.
As her father and Adar Zannh absorbed the magnitude of what had happened here, Osirah could feel a wave of their dismay rush through thethism, strong enough to produce a stab of physical pain. Buildings had been flattened for kilometers: towers, museums, political buildings, warehouses, and habitation complexes all collapsed and burned. The Prism Palace and its perfect elliptical hill had been ground zero for the immense crash; the grand structure, the hill, the seven symmetrical streams everything was simplygone.
A part of me has died, said Jorah as he gazed in disbelief.
A part, yes. But not all. Nira wept to see the holocaust, but she clasped his arm. We will save the rest.
Osirah spoke up. We need to descend to the surface. They are all down there waiting for us. She drew a deep breath. I can do more against the faeros incarnate if I am with my brothers and sisters. Together, we can tap into a kind of strength that even the wentals cannot use.
Though the mist-swathed ships and the frozen projectiles had decimated the faeros, the danger was not over yet. Great numbers of fireballs continued to fly in all directions; vengeful and capricious, they struck wherever they could. The battle screens in the warliners command nucleus showed the constant clashes all around Ildira.
Nira considered the images. If Osirah says it is what we must do, then I agree. After all, she was right about the hydrogues on Golgen. She held up the treeling she had carried with her. And now we have the verdani to help.
Descend, then, said the Mage-Imperator. Much of our battle is yet to come. We will all fight against Rusah.
Flanked by a dozen intact warliners, the flagship descended into the atmosphere, flying toward the site of the capital city. Leaving Zannh in the command nucleus, Jorah led Nira and Osirah to the warliners docking bay, where they boarded a ready cutter. Piloted by one of the soldier kithmen, the small ship passed directly through the warliners hazy cocoon and fought its way down through the thermal turbulence in the air.