Path of Shadows (Blood Mercenaries Book 2) by Ben Wolf

Author:Ben Wolf [Wolf, Ben]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Splickety Publishing Group
Published: 2019-09-02T16:00:00+00:00

Kent’s fatigue from expelling so much raw magic had faded by the time they reached the cavern at the end of the path. He’d walked on his own the second half of the trek, and with each step, his energy returned.

The sounds of the battle raging behind them had faded as well. Now they couldn’t hear anything. Either the battle had ended, or they’d delved too deeply into the mountain to hear anything else.

Without much light, Kent had to rely on Mehta and his enchanted vision for guidance through the dark. Kent’s magic would’ve produced enough light, but he didn’t want to burn any more of his energy if he could avoid it.

When Mehta stopped him halfway through the cavern, Kent tensed. “What is it?”

“A dead end,” Mehta replied. “There’s no way out that I can see.”

“Do you need light?” Kent asked.

“No. It wouldn’t change anything.”

“So we must go back?”

“No other choice.”

Kent sighed. If they had to go back, it meant they’d encounter Commander Brove and his wyvern knights. Facing off against six flying foes with Mehta at his side wasn’t insurmountable, but it wouldn’t be easy, either.

Together, they turned to face the way they had just come. But before Kent could take a step, Mehta stopped him.

“Something’s coming,” he uttered.

“The wyvern knights?” Kent asked.

Mehta didn’t say anything. He just stood there, silent, waiting.

Then Kent heard it, too. The distant cry of a wyvern from down the path.

“We should make our stand here,” Mehta said.

Kent nodded. “And so we shall.”

He considered the ice-forged dagger hanging at his hip. He’d abandoned its walking stick sheath and hooked the weapon to his belt instead. Perhaps if he concentrated more, a new blast, more focused, could take out some of the wyvern knights before they even saw it coming.

But it would drain him yet again. It was a god-forged weapon. Gods used them because they had, presumably, more than enough magic to power them.

That is, if gods used weapons at all. Kent didn’t really know.

Whatever the case, as a mere mage using that dagger, Kent knew he couldn’t use it to its fullest potential. But he didn’t have to master it in order to use some of its capabilities.

He drew it from his side and held it in his right hand. It pulled at his magic as it had before, and he felt it urging him down, ever deeper, into the deep of the mountain, but without a way to get there, he couldn’t do anything about it.

A reptilian screech sounded ahead of them, then another. Before long, the orange glow of torchlights flickered up the path.

The wyvern knights were coming.

Kent readied his magic, gathered it in his right hand. As he did, the ice-forged dagger began to glow with familiar, ice-blue light. The moisture in the cavern air around it crystallized into flickering flecks of frozen water, and they orbited the dagger like snow flurries in a tiny blizzard.

Mehta glanced over at Kent, and Kent returned the look with an exhale of vapor that soon joined the rest of the storm gathering around the dagger.

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