(eng) Michelle L. Levigne - Zygradon Chronicles 02 by Braenlicach

Author:Braenlicach [Braenlicach]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Exclamations of shock and revulsion came to them as the discovery filtered through all those who had roused from their lethargy to join the battle. That fueled their resolve and helped the exhausted enchanters dredge up some last little reserves of energy.

Let go! Ceera shrieked, just a heartbeat before Mrillis felt the change in the tension of the battle.

He yanked his mental hands free of the Threads that wrapped around the star-metal, and instead of twisting his mental awareness aside, he reached for the people most closely connected with the tug-war and yanked their hands free of the Threads.

Before one person could resist, a loud, clanging reverberation shuddered through the entire sky web protecting Lygroes. All the warped Threads snapped back into place. Mrillis cried out at the sudden flood of energy scorching through his mind and body. Dimly, he heard Emrillian crying, startled from sleep by his physical and mental shout.

The enemy had let go, and the star-metal and Threads rebounded back to their intended course and configuration. Mrillis could have laughed at the irony, the childishness of the action, but darkness swallowed him.

* * * *

"We weren't strong enough to do more than check to make sure the sky web guided the star-metal down to where we could use it," Ceera said, when Mrillis woke a few hours later and demanded, in a harsh whisper, to know what they had learned. "Even if we had wanted to follow the enemy's trail and determine who was helping him, the flash of energy released at the last burned away all traces. No telltale chord, no trail, not even any mental markings or residue on the Threads. Even if our enemy had very dirty hands, all clues were wiped away."

She offered a weary smile at the allusion to the joke between them. Depending on how adept an enchanter was at using the Threads, how light or heavy the touch, Mrillis theorized that someday they would be able to tell who had used particular Threads just by the imprints left behind, just like dirty hands left distinctive markings on clean, white surfaces.

He nodded and wrapped his arm more securely around her as they sat in silence in the tangled, sweaty sheets of their bed, digesting what had happened. The mere concept of blood magic and Thread magic working together, in partnership, was an abomination that threatened to paralyze their thoughts. Mrillis tried to push past the natural revulsion. They couldn't afford to let their enemy startle them into retreat, even for a few hours.

Was it possible there were traitors among the Rey'kil, who knew enough to take advantage of the exhaustion after the destruction of Flintan, to try to guide the star-metal down to where it could do harm? Or was the intent even more insidious? Did someone want the star-metal itself, rather than the destruction it could cause? He thought over the images and possibilities that filled his mind, even as Ceera told him everything they had discovered in the hours since the battle in the sky ended.

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