Oblivion's Grasp by Eric T. Knight

Author:Eric T. Knight [Knight, Eric T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-01T07:00:00+00:00

Outside the gate, the FirstMother gestured and the white-clad Tenders released their power. It flickered and subsided.

“It is done,” the FirstMother said, her face lit with fierce, savage joy. The Tenders’ only real threat had been destroyed this day. Now the Empire would belong to them. The Takare had turned on their own. All they’d needed had been a little nudge to push them over the edge and her Tenders had provided that, turning anger to rage, and rage to homicidal fury. It had been a risk. Had the Legate suspected at all he would have attacked and she and her women would have been slaughtered.

But it had worked.

“Time to leave,” she said.

The horses were already saddled. Bolstered by Song fed to them by their riders, they could run faster and further than any horse ridden by the Takare, should the Takare decide to pursue them. But she didn’t think they would. She had broken them this day. They would never recover from this.

She had only just mounted when a vision came to her, hitting her so hard she almost fell off the horse and had to cling to the saddle like a child. It was a collection of images sent by Vetla, the Tender she had left in charge in Kaetria, and she knew the woman had sent it with her dying breath.

She watched through Vetla’s eyes as the barrier of pure Song protecting the city of Kaetria, the barrier the Tenders had erected, collapsed suddenly. With the barrier gone, the Guardians charged into the city, slaying people in the hundreds and thousands. She watched, helplessly, as Tharn charged into the Emperor’s elite troops, scattering them like match sticks. The Emperor died screaming, smashed by Tharn’s huge fists.

Kasai and Gulagh attacked the Tender temple together. The huge brass doors fell and they entered. Tenders died by the score, their Song attacks bouncing off the Guardians harmlessly.

Refugees fled screaming from the city. The streets ran red with blood.

Kaetria had fallen. The capital of the Empire was destroyed and with it most of the Tenders. The last image she received was of a huge sandstorm, bigger than anything she’d ever imagined, roaring in from the sandy wastes, dunes forming in the streets, already swallowing the city.

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