Bastion (Immortal Great Souls Book 1) by Phil Tucker

Author:Phil Tucker [Tucker, Phil]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-11-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 42

A hundred things happened at once. The legion of Sols raised their golden spears as if giving the command for an army to charge, and from the dark clouds overhead flashed down a hundred bolts of golden lightning, all of them angling down to strike at Imogen.

At the same time, every other Great Soul in the room but Scorio leaped to attack the hundred Sols.

The White Queen flared up into her angelic form, wings spread wide, to unleash a blast of white at the original Sol, her own halo flaring.

Grunsch let out a roar as he charged into the wall of Imperators, his form swelling up to massive size, even as Lady Maeve flashed forward in a sweep of searing flame. Havarn caused a score of boulders to rise, each wreathed in green flame, and hurled them forward.

More attacks than Scorio could follow, ranging from Raugr’s fistfuls of crackling energy to Feng sweeping the Imperators with his cone of dust.

It was an explosive, overwhelming moment, but Scorio was snatched away, boiling night sweeping over him. As he fell, however, even he could sense that the attacks had been weaker, underpowered compared to those he’d witnessed before.

But then the floor fell away from under him, and he dropped with a cry into nothingness, to be sucked as if down a wormhole through fluctuating night and emerge on a rooftop on the opposite side of the ruins above the Academy, Imogen by his side.

She stared straight up to where the Academy hung on the far side of the sun-wire, her fists white-knuckled, her own black halo shifting behind her head, her black scepter pressed down the length of her leg.

“I—ah—I mean—” Scorio tried not to stammer, but the darkness yet seethed around him, and he felt the floor slope and change under his feet.

“You wished to witness, old friend?” Gone was the pain and vulnerability. “Then observe. Sol was always partial to this city. The best way to wound him is to destroy it.”

“Or we could—” But he got no further. The legion of Sol’s flew free of the old Academy, and immediately a storm of golden bolts manifested directly above them, striking down with thunderous power.

Darkness swept around Scorio and once more he fell, his stomach pressing itself against his lungs as he stumbled out atop another rooftop. They were halfway across the city now, familiar landmarks rising all around them, people shouting and screaming as they backed away from Imogen and him.

“He never made peace with my being stronger,” said Imogen. She upturned her palm and raised it. “Men. Such fragile egos.”

And around them, the buildings began to change. Shadows bled over walls and rooftops, over balconies and around towers, and the city began to deform, to mutate, to grow. Staircases expanded blindly into the sky, turrets blossomed out of the sides of buildings, rooms open to the sky fruited mindlessly like overflowing bubbles across the blocks around them.

Scorio reached into his robe and clutched futilely at the chalk.

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