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"It's already started."
Adrienne pa.s.sed a stained-gla.s.s window depicting an ancient Overlord signing a peace treaty with the natives of Helgard. She could barely see the garden outside, but she noticed when the entire garden spontaneously burst into flames.
She ran faster.
Both of the girls were hysterical, insisting that they had seen monsters outside the window and asking if the house would burn down, but she ignored their questions, gathering them up and rus.h.i.+ng them outside to Petrus.
"Have the evacuation orders been issued?" she asked.
"Five minutes ago, my lady," Petrus replied.
"Then open a Gate," she ordered. Malachi would never have run from this, but she had come to a realization in the weeks since his death: she was not, and should not be, her husband.
He might have been able to battle this Incarnation toe-to-toe, but she was no Traveler. And despite the pain it may cause her, she would not stay aboard a sinking s.h.i.+p.
She and her daughters followed Petrus into Naraka, which caused her daughters to bury their faces in her skirts. It was dark, and hot, and it smelled like death, but this was the one place where the Incarnation would never follow them. At least, that was what Malachi had always said.
"Take us to the south quarter," she said. "I have a shelter there, and from that position we can reorganize the city."
Petrus eyed her sadly and shook his head, leading them down the tunnel by the light of his glowing palm. "I'm sorry, my lady. I cannot."
"Why not?"
"Because by the time we get there, the Incarnation will have burned it to the ground. The city is lost."
An Avernus Traveler poked her head into Leah's tent. She must have been fresh off a bird; her hair was still blown about as though she had wrestled a windstorm, and she was still wearing her flying goggles.
"That's a report from Bel Calem," she said. "The city is in flames."
Leah sighed and nodded to the woman, who bowed and immediately left.
Indirial leaned over the map of Damasca they had on the table, pus.h.i.+ng a red pin into Bel Calem. "That's four," he said. "Endross, Ornheim, Narakaaand Ragnarus."
"Slay one Incarnation, and four more rise to take its place," Leah said wearily.
"You know how this works better than anyone," Indirial responded. "They managed to burn a Tree*I don't know which one, maybe Deborah's. Maybe even mine. That Incarnation escapes. But all the Trees are connected, so maybe the next weakest Tree fails. And then the next."
"And the dominoes keep falling," Leah finished. "I know. At least we're sure Helgard and Lirial still stand."
"I'm sure Tartarus still stands as well," Indirial added. "Overlord Cyrus won't let his Tree go so easily, and his sacrifice was relatively fresh."
"So in the best-case scenario, almost half of the Incarnations are loose on our nation." Leah sighed and rubbed her temples. "You know I have to go to my father with this."
"I have no doubt he already knows," Indirial said. "But yes, you do. Go on, I can handle matters here."
Leah walked around the map table, opening her Gate where it wouldn't merge with the table. Gates could do some awkward things if you tried to open them where a solid object could interfere, from failing to open at all, to sucking that object into the Territory, to slicing the object in half. She preferred to eschew such risks entirely.
When she reached the Crimson Vault, she immediately knew something was wrong: the silver doors were cracked open.
"Indirial," she called, and immediately the Valinhall Traveler stood at her side.
Indirial took in the situation at a glance: the door had been smeared with blood*recently, or it would have been absorbed into the silver*and left open a crack. Through the door, Leah could already see a body in the Vault itself.
The Overlord preceded her through the doors, the chains on his arms coming to life and crawling slowly up his forearms.
Travelers littered the front hallway of the Vault, but Leah ignored them at the sight of one body, lying far enough back that she could barely see him.
The body of a one-eyed old man encased in black and gold armor.
Leah hurried to her father's side, doing everything she could not to look at the gaping hole in the front of his armor. She knelt beside him, pressing fingers to his neck.
She felt nothing.
Slowly, Leah stood back up. She looked around, trying to piece the scene together.
"Enosh," Indirial said certainly. He stood farther back in the Vault, in the open chambers where the largest weapons were kept, examining the remnants of the battle. "I recognize the clothing, and I've met Grandmaster Avernus before."
"How did they get in here, Indirial?" Leah asked. She was surprised at how level her voice sounded.
"There's only one way into Ragnarus," the Overlord responded. His voice boiled with anger, and he viciously kicked one of the nearby bodies.
Talos.
Leah raised a hand to pull aside her father's eyepatch. But she hesitated, unwilling to peel away the black fabric.
"Did he take even father's eye?" she whispered. "Would he stoop so low?"
Indirial remained silent as he moved up beside her. After a moment, she realized he was holding something out to her: a small box, like one in which a jeweler might place a ring.
"What is this?" she asked.
"Your father asked me to hold this for you," Indirial said. "I didn't understand why, but now it seems obvious."
Carefully, Leah took the box from his hand and pulled it open.
Nestled within, in a velvet lining, was a bright red stone.
No, not a stone.
A crimson eye.
Alin stepped out of the Naraka Gate and into Myria.
He had brought Grandmaster Naraka back to Enosh first, but he hadn't wasted any time in finding another Naraka Traveler to take him where he really wanted to go. He had been faced with a dilemma: he wanted to keep the journey secret, especially from Grandmaster Naraka, so choosing one of her loyal Travelers seemed foolish. But at the same time, Naraka was the fastest way in and out. And if this was going to work, he needed to be quick.
Alin saluted the young Naraka Traveler*he bowed back, much deeper than he needed to*and gestured to the others in his party.
His sisters followed him out of the Territory, simultaneously trying to cough and take a deep breath of clean air.
"I'll be glad never to set foot in there again," Ilana said, wiping sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.
Tamara nodded her agreement, but Shai appeared greatly encouraged by the experience. "Was that really a sea of melted rock?" she asked eagerly. "How does rock melt?"
"In a really hot fire, I guess," Alin said. "Now, listen to me."
He kept walking them deeper into the village, farther away from the Traveler. He didn't want a word of this leaking back to Grandmaster Naraka.
"I'll be back for you," he said. "Keep it hidden. Don't show it to anyone, don't take it out, don't even talk about it. Do you understand?"
"There's only one person here who has trouble keeping secrets," Tamara said. "You should be saying these things into a mirror."
Alin couldn't help it; he glanced down at Tamara's travel bag, where she held the seed to the Hanging Tree. He wasn't about to keep it in Enosh, not with Grandmaster Naraka around to burn it, and he had the feeling he might need it someday.
Tamara pulled the bag away, out of his line of sight. "You see?" she said. "It's suspicious, the way you keep staring at the bag. Just ignore it, it'll go away."
"It's probably dangerous," Alin cautioned.
"You warned us," Ilana reminded him.
"Don't take it apart," Alin continued, with a look at Shai.
She still had the same bored expression as always when she shrugged. "No promises."
"I'll visit when I can, but I can't do it too often," Alin said. "It might raise suspicion. And I don't know what's going to happen with the war, now that the King is dead."
Ilana stepped forward, giving him a quick hug. "You don't have to remind us of that so often, you know. Tell Leah I'm sorry we didn't get a chance to say good-bye. I went looking for her last night, and I couldn't find her. Whatever happened to her, anyway?"
Grandmaster Lirial slid the crystal lens over, giving Grandmaster Naraka a clear look at Alin and his sisters in Myria.
"Whatever it is, it's almost certainly from Ragnarus," Grandmaster Lirial concluded.
Naraka stared into the lens, glaring at Alin as though she could set him on fire from across the miles. "It's a seed."
Grandmaster Lirial gasped. His or her artificial voice*even Grandmaster Naraka didn't know if Lirial was a man or a woman*made it sound less like a gasp and more like a quiet shriek.
"We must have that seed," Lirial concluded.
"I agree," Grandmaster Naraka said. She drummed her fingers on the table thoughtfully. "But which do we need more desperately: the seed to a Hanging Tree, or an Elysian Traveler?"
Behind the mask of silver ribbons, Grandmaster Lirial stayed silent for a long time.
"I would say that Eliadel has fulfilled his role in prophecy," Lirial said carefully. "He has, at last, confronted King Zakareth, the Evening Star. With the Hanging Trees gone, the sacrifice will end, thus stemming the tide of blood. And now that the Incarnations' prison is beginning to break, he has allowed the Gate of Heaven to open once more. He has finished his work admirably."
"My thoughts exactly," Naraka said. But she had invested too much into Alin to see him killed or loyal to Damasca. She needed a harsh lesson to teach him, a threat to hold over his head until he gave her his loyalty completely. And she needed that seed.
Fortunately, she thought she saw a way to have both.
Without asking for Lirial's pardon, Naraka began to open a Naraka Gate. Grandmaster Lirial didn't complain about the lack of manners, which was no surprise; Naraka had started serving as Grandmaster during the days of Lirial's great-grandparents.
She stepped inside, letting the heat of Naraka surround her like a warm blanket. Fortunately, Bel Calem was relatively close to Enosh; it was most of four day's journey over land, but through Naraka, it would take a matter of minutes.
Grandmaster Naraka took the time to prepare what she would say when she arrived. After all, she so rarely had the chance to speak with an Incarnation.
As Grandmaster Naraka had expected, Bel Calem was almost entirely in flames. Ash hounds cavorted in the ruins of a merchant's home, and a hulking akna'dorma dragged a corpse behind a nearby shop. Flames rose, shrouding the horizon in smoky light.
To the Grandmaster, it felt almost like home.
A patch of glowing orange worms, sheg'we, scurried out of her way as she walked down the streets of the city. Larger, stronger things sensed her as well, creeping back into the shadows rather than face her directly.
The simple creatures of Naraka sensed her power, knowing that she could bind them to her will if she so chose. They avoided her out of fear.
The more intelligent beings knew her, or knew her reputation. They knew, too, that her purpose was the same as theirs: to enact justice at any cost. They avoided her out of respect.
She was Grandmaster Naraka. What had she to fear from her own Territory?
The Grandmaster walked the burning streets of Bel Calem for almost two hours, drawn to the blazing flame of power she sensed at the city's heart.
At last, she stood before the source of that power: the Incarnation of Naraka.
A man stood before the Incarnation, naked and cowering, as slow-moving kush'na skittered in circles around him, and robed Gar'rosh whispered dark promises.
Unlike the Incarnation of Valinhall, the Naraka Incarnation looked very little like the man he had once been. His face was sculpted out of crusty ash and hardened volcanic stone. His eyes glowed like coals; indeed, for all she could tell, they were hot coals, eternally smoldering in his skull. His hair was flame itself, sweeping back in a gentle wind.
His body had been formed out of the same rock and ash as his face, and whenever he moved, puffs of ash rose up from his hardened skin. A draconic tail, red-scaled, swept out from his back. It swept back and forth, occasionally las.h.i.+ng at the air.
And he was almost ten feet tall, heavy with ponderous muscle. In both hands, he held a hammer big enough to double as a support pillar in a cathedral. Its shaft was of obsidian; its head, flame itself.
"You stand accused of cheating the innocent," the Incarnation rumbled. Its voice shook the ground, like the voice of an angry volcano.
The man quivered, glancing from side to side. "IaI don'ta"
The Incarnation's ash-colored nostrils flared. "I smell it on you. You made others suffer to line your own pockets. Do not deny your own guilt."
The man collapsed to his knees and began to sob. Not overwhelmed by his own guilt, the Grandmaster was certain; he was just terrified.
"Confess," the Naraka Incarnation said, "and you may receive a measure of clemency."
"I did!" the man cried. "I did it. I charged twice the honest price."
The Incarnation rumbled, deep in its huge chest, and its eyes flared bright. "Good. There is justice in honesty. Gar'ros.h.!.+ Show him leniency in his punishment."