The Lost Tower by Eric Martinez

Author:Eric Martinez [Martinez, Eric]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BrixBaxter Publishing
Published: 2019-07-05T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

“You led them right to us,” Cris said, defeat in his eyes.

“Hey, don’t put that on me,” Sephi said. “Blame your decorator.”

“What?”

“I wasn’t the one who built some fancy-ass temple in the wall,” she said. “They would have found this place on their own eventually.”

He shook his head. “It was meant to honor our sacrifice.”

“Well, that’s great, but it’s not my fault.”

“Still, you’re the reason they knew we were somewhere in the Valley,” Cris said.

“They knew we were coming here. I’m pretty sure someone back at the Citadel is leaking information to the Occultum. There might even be a spy in the Council. Now do you want to discuss this some more, or do you want to hurry the fuck up and help me?”

Cris nodded. “Fine. Come with me.”

As they ascended the stairs, he gestured at the other five ghosts, and they surged forward silently to face the oncoming threat.

“You think they can take all those warlocks?” she asked.

“Let’s hope so,” he said. “If not, they will at least buy us time to do what needs to be done.”

Magnus and Francisco followed, and Echo caught up with them, panting for breath. “Did you see that dark mage on the mammoth?” she asked.

“He was kind of hard to miss,” Sephi said.

“Did you see what he’s dragging behind him?” Echo asked.

Sephi glanced back. The mammoth pulled a massive iron cage on wheels. Inside, a writhing mass of people pressed against the bars, screaming for help.

“What in the holy hell is that?” Sephi breathed.

“Fuel,” Francisco said angrily. “We have to save them.”

Sephi grabbed his arm before he could dart away. “There’s no time. We get the Heretic first.”

He scowled. “Persephone, they’ll be killed.”

“How many more will die if we don’t get to the Whispers first?” she asked. “Look, I don’t like it any more than you do, but we’ve got one chance at this. I need you to get the location of the lost tower. I promise we can try and help them after.”

The Night Brother let out a frustrated sigh. “Fine, but I will hold you to that promise.”

“Please do,” she said. “Now, let’s go.”

They walked through the door of the temple. The darkness was blinding after being out in the desert sun. Cris gestured with his hands, and green spectral lights sprang to life along the walls. They were in a small octagonal chamber. In the center was an iron sculpture of a man hunched over in pain, his arm outstretched above him as if he were warding off a blow.

“Nice statue,” Sephi said. “Now where the hell is this Heretic?”

“You’re looking at him,” Cris said. “We encased his flesh in molten iron as part of the binding ritual.”

“Was that absolutely necessary?” she asked.

“Yes,” Cris said. “His soul is bound to the iron. The raw element anchors him to this Realm.”

She shook her head. “Well, there’s an image that’ll haunt my dreams forever.” She clapped her hands together once. “All right, team. Let’s get moving. Magnus, you got any power left?”

He nodded.

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