“Yes but we did not have time to really examine it,” interjected Rejji. “Do you think books that old would reveal anything?”
“The mural is just as old,” reminded Marak. “If the Astor and the Torak can be pictured in a mural, then perhaps the books hold clues as well.”
“It is dangerous to remain there for a long time,” warned Rejji. “While the hellsouls did not enter the temple last time, there is nothing to say that they won’t become less fearful this time.”
“Then we shall strike fear into their hearts,” promised Marak. “Instead of fleeing from them, perhaps we should engage them. The four of us can use our skills to slay them, and you can use your staff to ensure they do not return.”
“There are hundreds of them,” warned Mobi. “We could be overwhelmed quickly.”
“Then we run,” chuckled Lord Marak. “What I am saying that we should try to do,” added Marak as he turned serious, “is to attack them straight on, so that they have cause for fear instead of us. I do not expect that we can kill them all, but fear can be a powerful weapon too.”
“I understand,” nodded Mobi. “Fear has gripped the hearts of many who have entered the jungle. The plan might buy us enough time to accomplish what we want to. Let us rest long this night then, so we are fresh in the morning.”
The group finished their meal and retired for the night. Rejji awoke before the lightening of the sky and saw that he was the last to awaken. Halman and Gunta sat around a small fire and ate the morning meal, while Marak and Mobi talked softly in the bushes a few paces away. Rejji helped himself to some food and wandered over to the conversation.
“If they could be delivered to an enemy,” Marak was saying, “then they could tip the balance of a battle.”
“As long as the enemy did not know of the aftereffects,” nodded Mobi.
“Would if be possible for me to take a lygrim plant with me to Khadora?” Lord Marak asked.
“I will ask Dumo when we return to the village,” stated Mobi. “I do not foresee any problem with your request though. It may not survive well in Khadora, but I am sure you have already thought about that.”
“I am sure my mages can come up with something to keep it healthy,” replied Marak.
“How could the lygrim be a weapon?” asked Rejji.
“Because of the long sleep that follows when you stop,” responded Mobi. “If the enemy thought that there was no price to pay for the extra energy and had their troops eat it, the army would sleep soundly after they got to where they are going.”
“So the army would be very vulnerable,” nodded Rejji. “That is a great idea if you could get the enemy to buy it.”
“It is just something to keep in the back of your mind,” declared Marak. “Now that the Astor has arisen, we should begin our trek to Angragar.”
Halman and Gunta were already extinguishing the fire as Rejji returned to the campsite. Everyone gathered their belongings and Mobi led the group onto the trail as the first rays of the sun started to filter through the jungle canopy. It was less than hour to Angragar and Mobi led the group at a steady, but not punishing pace. As they arrived at the large gates, the Khadorans drew their swords and Rejji touched the gate to open it.
“Protect the Astor well, my friend,” Gunta said softly to Mobi. “He is the key to our survival.”
“Nothing shall touch him,” nodded Mobi as Rejji closed the gate.
“Does this street lead to the temple?” queried Lord Marak.
“Yes,” Rejji responded. “It is quite a ways up it though.”
“Then allow me to lead,” suggested Lord Marak as he signaled Gunta to the right and Halman to the left. “If Mobi will cover our rear, I think we can keep you in the middle of us safely. Touch each hellsoul that you can reach safely, but leave those that would require you to leave our circle.”
Rejji had seen enough of the skill of the Torak soldiers to agree to Marak’s plan and he nodded. Marak led the group along the broad avenue with Rejji protected in the center of the human diamond. They walked silently and their eyes never stopped scanning the streets and buildings. They progressed three blocks before Halman made a hand signal indicating trouble ahead. As they approached the next intersection, Rejji felt his staff warm his hand. Halman halted short of the corner and let the rest of the party continue. As they entered the intersection, three hellsouls appeared to their left on the cross street.
Lord Marak stepped towards them and swung his long sinuous sword. He swiftly decapitated the first hellsoul. The body disappeared in smoke and Marak converged on the second. Halman stepped out of his hidden position and attacked the last hellsoul, which had not seen him. The small battle was over in seconds as Marak moved back into position at the head of the group. Rejji touched the body of the hellsoul that Halman had killed with his staff and the body dissipated instantly. There were no bodies from the two that Lord Marak had killed.
“Lord Marak,” Rejji called softly. “You didn’t leave any bodies.”
“I noticed that,” Marak frowned. “Has this happened before with anything other than your staff?”
“No,” Rejji replied. “The last time it was like the one Halman killed.”
“I suspect the Sword of Torak has similar properties to your staff,” Mobi stated. “Did it warm your hand, Lord Marak?”
“I did not notice,” Marak admitted. “Let us worry about it later.”
The group returned to silence as Lord Marak led them deeper into the ancient city of Angragar. A shriek was heard in the distance as they passed a cross street and Rejji saw one of the creatures several blocks away. Rejji expected Lord Marak to pick up the pace after the shriek, but the Khadoran stayed with the same steady pace they had started with. He wondered if Lord Marak had even heard the shriek or knew what it meant.
“They know we are coming now,” Rejji said nervously, but Lord Marak just nodded.
As they got closer to the square in the center of the city, more shrieks were heard and more hellsouls were seen down the cross streets. Everyone in the party knew that the hellsouls were gathering in the square to attack the humans, but nobody spoke. Lord Marak kept their advance to a steady and predictable pace. Half a block from the square, Lord Marak suddenly stopped.
“Mobi, be very careful now,” Marak said softly. “They will come from my end first, but soon they will come your way too. Pay no attention to what we are doing up here. If you feel there are too many at your end, shout.”
The group stood in the center of the broad avenue and waited in an eerie silence. For several minutes, nothing happened. Eventually, a hellsoul appeared in the square and peered down the avenue. It stood there for a moment, perhaps perplexed by the halt of the humans, and then it let out a loud shriek and moved towards them. Others could be seen coming around the corners of the building in the square. Halman and Gunta moved forward and stood abreast of Lord Marak. Soon the square was blotted out as the black shapes funneled into the broad avenue.
Marak swung the Sword of Torak as the first black shape stepped close enough for him to reach. The head of the hellsoul went flying upwards and turned into a puff of dark cloud as its body fell to the ground as a pile of cloth. Shrieks echoed off the buildings as the wave of hellsouls continued forward. Soon, the three Torak soldiers were swinging their swords back and forth. Bodies started to pile up around Halman and Gunta and Rejji darted behind each of them in turn and touched his staff to hellsouls as they fell. Rejji heard Mobi behind him clashing with his spear and suddenly Mobi’s voice rang out.
“More than I can handle back here. The dead are starting to rise.”
“Now we move forward,” called out Lord Marak.
The three Torak soldiers screamed as loudly as they could and started moving forward, felling the hellsouls as they advanced. The hellsouls hesitated at the sound of the screams, and as they saw the black clad Torak soldiers coming at them through the billowing cloud of smoke, many of them turned and ran. Those that didn’t run were sliced by the long two-handed swords wielded by the Khadorans. Rejji ran after the Khadorans in a zigzag as he raced to touch each fallen body with his staff. As they entered the square, Marak saw that the hellsouls had spread out into a large semicircle, which he figured is what they had planned all along.