Rain drizzled from the sky. For a time, the four combatants simply regarded one another, each waiting for the other to begin the final act.
Cale tried to focus his mind, to push his thoughts through the blizzard of mental energy pouring through his connection with Magadon.
Look through my eyes, Mags. Kesson Rel is here. We need you to help us.
Kesson Rel began to cast. Rivalen did the same.
Now, Mags. Look through my eyes! Now!
A hand closed on Regg’s shoulder. He whirled in a backhand slash, but a shadow-shrouded hand caught his forearm in a powerful grip and stopped the blow.
A shadowwalker.
Blood, rain, and sweat coated the small man. He had a gash in one cheek and stood uneasily on his left leg. His face remained as impassive as ever.
“It is over,” the shadowwalker said in his accented Common.
Regg surveyed the field and realized for the first time that it was raining again.
Hundreds of giants lay on the grass, their enormous bodies torn by fang and claw or slashed by blades. The rain drained their blood into the soil. Most of Regg’s company lay dead on the field, too. He saw Roen and Trewe among a few score others start to walk among the bodies, checking for signs of life. When they found it, Roen or one of his fellow priests channelled Lathander’s power into a spell of healing.
Regg caught Trewe’s gaze, and held up his hand. Trewe, perhaps too exhausted to raise his own arm, merely nodded.
The ten or so shadowwalkers flitted among the giants’ bodies, crushing the windpipes of any that still breathed. Regg was too tired to protest. Besides, he could take no prisoners.
The dragon, its enormous, shadow-shrouded form sprawled over the field, with bloody pieces of giants still clinging to his teeth and claws, inhaled a rattling breath. Regg staggered to his side, along his neck, noting the gashes, the spurting blood. The wyrm’s eyes were open. Ribbons of shadow and ragged breaths leaked from his nose and mouth. The slits of his pupils dilated to focus on Regg.
Regg removed his gauntlet and put his hand on the ridge over the wyrm’s eye.
“I have seen nobility in strange places this day.”
The dragon’s chest rattled, perhaps in a laugh.
“The one who rode me, Abelar, was at peace,” the dragon whispered.
“I know,” Regg said, and tears wet his face. “Be at peace also.”
Regg stared into the dragon’s eye until it closed.
“Dawn dispels the night and births the world anew,” Regg said. “May Lathander light your way and show you wisdom and mercy. Today you were a light to others.”
Shouts turned Regg around. The members of his company looked past Regg and into the sky, pointing with their blades.
“Sakkors!”
Regg looked up and saw the floating, shadow-cloaked Shadovar city emerge from the darkness.
Cale felt the tell-tale tingle behind his eyes, the displacement of his own consciousness as Magadon shared his senses. The mental energy racing through his brain surged, driving him to his knees. His mouth opened to speak but the voice was not his own.
“Kesson Rel!” Magadon screamed through him.
Use all of the power in the Source, Mags, Cale projected, cursing himself for the words. Kill him if you can and we can save you.
Cale knew that those words would stain him forever, that he might have just surrendered his friend to mental slavery to the Source. He vowed to himself that he would do whatever he must to save Magadon.
But first he had to survive.
I am saved, Magadon said. But I will kill nevertheless. First him, then Rivalen, then you.
Kesson Rel!
Regg heard the deep voice in his mind and felt as if his head must come apart. He gritted his teeth and groaned. Sparks exploded behind his eyes. Moans from the men and women of his company told him they were experiencing the same thing.
Beside him, Nayan stood with one hand held to his brow, his mouth fixed in a hard line, and his eyes half-closed as if against a storm.
“The mindmage,” Nayan said
In the air above, the shadows and wraiths, bent on annihilating one another, wailed and keened.
The pressure diminished in moments, leaving only a dull throb in its wake. Regg watched in awe as a faint orange glow haloed the edifice upon which Sakkors stood. The air around him felt charged. His hair stood on end.
The entire company exclaimed as the mountaintop upon which Sakkors sat began to sink rapidly toward the earth, as if the power keeping it afloat