And then the boat was gone from underneath him, and he was surrounded by a suffocating presence. His hands broke the surface momentarily, clawed futilely at the air, and then he was sinking faster into the vast and murderous nothingness of deep water.
Abruptly a hand reached down to seize him by the wrist, and Darkend found himself being hauled roughly into the hull of another boat. He was tumbled onto the deck with an utter lack of ceremony, and for several minutes he could only cough and gasp at the feet of his rescuers. Shivering, retching, he clung mindlessly to life. Finally he caught his breath and sat up, glaring around him with eyes that had begun to regain some semblance of darksight. Each inhalation was still a horrible, bubbling effort.
He couldn't stand to face the brightness of Hybardin's docks, so he examined the dark dwarves in the boat with him. The Daergar crew that had rescued him was a veteran lot, many scarred from decades of battle. No doubt each of them had seen and worked considerable mayhem and bloodshed during those years. Yet now they glanced uneasily toward the shore, then looked at Darkend with expressions of pleading, of uneasiness… of fear.
His anger had settled somewhat, stifling his instincts of rebuke and rage with the realization that he was lucky to be alive. There was no sign of his original boat, nor of the dozens of dwarves who had served as their thane's loyal crew. Somehow the crew of this boat must have seen him go down and acted with desperate haste to grab him and save his life.
He forced himself to look at the shore, squinting against a much greater illumination than had existed when the attack began. Steam in great clouds wafted across the surface of Hybardin. In places the mist swirled away from the bedrock with a churning force and crimson glow. He sensed the raw heat that lay behind these eruptions. With another curl of moving air he saw that a great slab of the overhanging cliff was aglow with inner warmth.
"It's lava… melting rock," he breathed in awe.
"Aye, lord, and much has already flowed away." One of the nearby rowers spoke up, his own voice hushed. "Look there, if you please. Them was the docks where we first landed."
Darkend saw a smooth slab of stone, sweeping evenly to the edge of the water-an edge that was still bubbling and steaming as the liquid contacted superheated rock.
"A hundred dwarves was standin' there when the heat came. My thane, I swear by Reorx they were burned into ash as I watched!" declared another rower.
"What was that… that… flying monster?" asked the thane, addressing the gray-bearded coxswain at the rudder of his boat. "The living fire that came out of the water and took to the air like a dragon?"
"Never saw the like," declared the fellow. "But it sank a dozen boats in the blink of one eye. Then it touched the rock there-" He pointed at the hot surface of the cliff, which had poured away to reveal a shallow, black-walled cave. "-and just vanished. Like it was diving into water, it just flew into the cliff."
Another wave surged through the water, rocking the boat and reminding Darkend of the peril of his current position. Gusting winds, a strange and unnatural phenomenon in Thorbardin, whipped the water around him into spray. He saw some boats that had capsized and others that were half-swamped. And even with a quick count he guessed that at least a score of his vessels had already plunged to the bottom of the underground sea.
"You, there-and you!" He stood tall in the hull and pointed to two boats that still had full complements of warriors and were captained by seasoned leaders. "Get to shore and pass the word. I want the docks held! There is to be no retreat!"
"Aye, Lord Thane!" chorused the pair of warriors, immediately urging their men to press oars.
Before they got very far, however, the loudest explosion Darkend had ever heard rocked through Thorbardin. A great section at the bottom of the Life-Tree gave way. Massive slabs of rock tumbled downward and smashed across the waterfront and plaza. A cloud of dust swept outward, thick and choking, followed quickly by a surging wave raised by the debris that crashed into the water. Echoes rocked the air, mingled with the screams of crushed, dying dwarves and the exultant braying of the fire dragons that still circled and dove through the fringes of destruction.
The thane couldn't see the base of the city, but he was certain that hundreds, maybe thousands, of dwarves on both sides had been crushed to death in the collapse. Dark dwarves and Hylar had been locked in battle directly under the massive rockfall, but all sounds of combat had been overwhelmed by the thunder of crashing stone.
As the dust slowly settled, the watchers on the sea saw that the landscape of Hybardin's waterfront had been drastically changed. What had once been a region of warehouses and docks was now buried under mounds of rubble that jutted like hills and mountains across a landscape of utter destruction. Here and there antlike dwarves scrambled across the wreckage, but these seemed dazed and hesitant, no longer vigorous warriors in the midst of a campaign.
"Get me back to Daerforge immediately." Darkend didn't recognize his own voice as he directed orders at the coxswain of his own boat. His face was pale with shock and uncertainty.
"As you command, lord." The dwarf immediately set his crew to rowing. If any of them wondered about the propriety of their leader deserting his army on the crumbling shore of Hybardin, they were smart enough to keep such thoughts to themselves. A temporary retreat made sense to everybody.
The sea was smoother once they pulled away from the Life-Tree, though high waves rolled past at measured intervals. Such waves were heretofore virtually unknown on the Urkhan Sea, and their surging rhythm added to the growing sense of fear. Fortunately, the crew was skilled and seasoned enough to keep their bearings, and very little water spilled over the gunwales as the boat pitched and churned across the surface. The rowers drove hard, but it was a long voyage, made eerily longer by the group's silence and the flashes of light that regularly pierced the comforting darkness.
At last they neared Daerforge, and the thane saw with dismay that parts of his own realm had suffered destruction, though not on the scale that had struck Hybardin. There were no longer any signs of the creatures who had caused the damage, and repairs were already under way here and there. As they drew closer he looked up at the cliff, saw that the twin towers of his sister's manor still stood watch, and wondered about his own palace. Had the creatures struck Daerbardin too or just the cities on the lake? He would have to wait to find out.
As the thane peered at a small section of waterfront buildings, he realized that they had been knocked down by forces of amazing strength and violence. Walls had been flattened and iron beams twisted into knots. He shivered, strangely exhilarated by evidence of such overwhelming power. Who, or what, had invaded Thorbardin?
He would have to confer with others and ponder his next move before regrouping and returning to Hybardin. In the meantime it was important that he show no signs of indecision or weakness. He was still the thane of the Daegar, after all, and still determined to conquer the city of the Hylar.
Regaining his composure, Darkend accepted no help as they pulled ashore at the wharf. Instead he scrambled ahead and began to issuing orders.
"Get back to the Hylarhome. See that our positions are held and the attack pressed while I collect further reinforcements!"
"Aye, lord," the coxswain assented, but he couldn't help but looking disappointed at his orders. He cast off in haste with a longing look at the shore of his homeland. The other dark dwarf faces were likewise forlorn.