War Mage by Logan Knight

Author:Logan Knight [Knight, Logan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-30T06:00:00+00:00

10

We’d fought our way out of the prison, only to fight our way back in. The priest wouldn’t let us go, and he sent dozens of guards after us. They’d been able to track us—knowing exactly where we were—but only at night.

Two steps into the priest’s private room, he shouted, “Sigil Ianum!” It was a spell I wasn’t familiar with, but when the door slammed shut behind me, it was obvious what it was for.

“You should have surrendered when you had the opportunity,” the goateed man sneered. “Your death will not be quick, and now it will mean nothing. Instead of being a glorious tribute to Ru'Hijan, your last breath will be a tribute to your own ignorance and absurdity. Expect no mercy.”

“You should expect the same,” I said. “And thank you for closing the door. I appreciate not being interrupted.”

His look of shock made it clear he hadn’t expected my response. Some of his bravado and arrogance fell from his face like dried mud.

The priest stepped out from behind his desk and squared his shoulders to me. He was still wearing the robes I’d seen him in the first time we met, but now he was also wearing a leather belt that was loaded with items. Various pouches hung from it, along with a short, sheathed dagger, and a curved sword in an ornate scabbard. The weapon was the kind of blade meant for slashing, rather than stabbing—a scimitar. It looked like he’d been ready to run but had changed his mind and decided to hide instead.

“It’s not too late for you to surrender,” the priest said, suddenly sounding magnanimous and diplomatic. “I can promise you a swift death, but one way or another, you will die today. You cannot stop the Xorian empire. We have the advantage. I control powers you cannot even comprehend.”

“I understand you have something imprisoned in that box back there,” I said, nodding to the object behind him. “That’s where you get your power from.”

The priest smiled. “You are very perceptive,” he said. “However, that’s not the source of my power. What’s in that box is nothing more than a tool. Much like a hammer, it provides me a way of building my small portion of the Xorian empire. It also helps me recover any criminals who attempt to escape.”

“Criminals?” I asked as I took a step forward.

All who oppose the Xorian empire are criminals and heretics,” the priest snarled. “It is my job to cleanse the world of any who are brought within these walls. All will bow before Ru’Hijan or die.”

“Where I come from,” I said, “that’s called fanaticism.”

“We are not at where you are from,” he said.

We stared, each man waiting for the other to attack, and I became aware of noises from behind me. It sounded like one large sword and dozens of tiny ones doing their best to burrow their way through the door. This fight was mine, though, and I intended to end it before they got through.

I lunged forward with my sword raised.

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