Dragontiarna: Storms by Jonathan Moeller

Author:Jonathan Moeller [Moeller, Jonathan]
Language: eng
Format: epub

The Magistri and the Arcanius Knights gathered in haste.

Calliande saw the dark power gathering along the walls of Cintarra, and she realized what was happening. The distance between the city and the besiegers made it impossible to fight with archers or siege engines, but the priestesses still wanted to attack. Agravhask would not let them waste his troops in a futile attack, especially after High Priestess Mayascora had gotten herself and eight thousand arachar killed. Likely her unfortunate example had convinced the other priestesses of the wisdom of heeding the Warlord’s counsel.

But neither the priestesses nor Agravhask would wish their foes to work unhindered, which meant they would strike through dark magic.

Over a hundred Magistri had gathered around Calliande, all of them summoning their magic, and the Arcanius Knights assembled around Tamara. Antenora stood next to Calliande, holding her staff with both hands. Tarmyntir waited to Antenora, leaning on his staff. Calliande had thought that the high elven wizard could not defend himself, but his self-imposed penance only meant that he could not harm his attackers. Deflecting dark magic was easy enough for Tarmyntir, but he could not strike back at his attackers.

And he could tell Calliande what they faced.

“A single powerful spell of dark magic,” said Tarmyntir. “The priestesses are combining their powers to strike directly at you. I suggest you have each of the individual Magistri cast their warding spells and then infuse your own ward with the mantle of the Keeper. That will multiply the effect exponentially, and you can then break their own wards while the Arcanii strike back.”

“Agreed,” said Calliande. She had used some variation on that tactic countless times with Antenora, Morigna, Tamara, and the Arcanius Knights. Dark magic offered more raw power than elemental magic, and it was difficult for a spell of elemental magic to break through a ward charged with dark magic. But the magic of the Well of Tarlion, backed by the Keeper’s mantle, could tear through the dark wards, clearing the way for the Arcanii to strike.

The blue light on the ramparts brightened, and Calliande braced herself.

“Here it comes,” said Tarmyntir, unnecessarily.

“Magistri!” said Calliande. “Now!”

As one, a hundred Magistri cast their warding spells, a dome of hazy white light surrounding them. Calliande threw her own power into the ward, infusing it with the magic of the Keeper’s mantle. As Tarmyntir had said, the magic of the Keeper spread over the other wards like oil across the surface of water, adding its strength to their defense.

A second later, the spiderlings unleashed their attack.

A huge globe of shadow and blue flame fell from the sky. It looked like a hole punched into nothingness, a hole ringed by twisting coronas of blue flame. It was a spell drawn from the dark places between the stars, malignant energy that would suck away all life and leave only withered corpses in its wake. It hurtled towards Calliande like a meteor, and it struck the interlocking wards.

There was a brilliant flash of white light, a howling noise, and Calliande rocked back a few steps, holding her spell.

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