Chapter 481: Out of Place

Chapter 481: Out of Place

During the time Alex and company were considering the best way to infiltrate Cawarthin and accomplish the mission Baelin had assigned to them, theyd agreed that a silent intrusion into the demon domain would be their best chance. The plan was to slip into the realm like ghosts, enter the Hold, move through it undetected, then catch Ikarrashs three sons unawares, and eliminate them before other demons were any wiser.

If they got swarmed?

No problem: their spell-marks would whisk them away to safety even if they were struck.

Of course, if they were discovered early, their plan would crumble like sand: presenting them with the far less desirable scenario of facing hundreds of demons inside the Hold.

Their silent infiltration would collapse into nothing more than a very dangerous assault.

And this situation?

Well, it was now a very dangerous assault.

Tiashivas from the back! Alex cried, summoning another hell-boar. Claygon, turn one of your fire-beams to our rear! Cedric, reinforce Thundar! The rest of yousurvive!

Alexs companions fought through an endless tide of demons in the fortress halls. At blinding speed, Wizards Hands grabbed and flung trapped forks far from their path; elementals swarmed monsters, while forceballs weaved through demons legs, sending them sprawling.

Tiashivas and pazuzites pushed through the swarm of summoned monsters, while Theresa and Brutus met their ranks with violence in return. The huntress twinblade split demon meat, cutting down monsters like hay.

Brutus stayed close, savaging fiends determined to strike his master and himself from the side. Demon voices shrieked their outrage as the cerberus mauled them, only growing silent when Hart trampled them. The Champion fought beside the hound and huntress, one sweep of his enormous sword sent demons to their deaths by the half-dozen.

His laughter rolled through the passage, echoing above even the terrible rampage of Claygon. The golem brought down a slew of demons, every sweep from his war-spear cleaving and withering monster after monster. He didnt hesitate. He never paused to catch his breath.

His strikes were a sure, never-ending storm.

Pausing after a deadly stroke that pinned a pazuzite to the wall, he half-turned, pointing a fire-gem backward, then firing. The ray streaked over the group of companions, lancing into schools of agwiagmas, blowing the fish-like demons to fine grey ash.

Much obliged! Thundar shouted, his bull-headed mace caving in a tiashivas skull, while his illusionary duplicates confused and distracted a group of b'alamxibas. But I could use a little more

Cedrics spearblazing with Uldars divinityimpaled one of the jaguar-headed demons menacing Thundar.

...much obliged again! The minotaur called.

Think nothin of it! Cedric shouted back, whirling his weapon, stabbing foes with the point, and cracking their heads with the butt. Wish there was less o these things! Theres more o them than bloody Ravener-spawn!

Good. More meat. Grimloch lifted a struggling pazuzite and bit it in half. He tossed both halves into the horde, then waded into their ranks, his spiked maul blurring in his hands. Every stroke hit with the force of a battering ram, crushing demons to paste.

That is good! Hold them at bay! I will crush them! Isolde chanted a spell, materialising a swarm of iron spikes around her. With a quick wave of her hand, she sent the swarm of spikes into enemy ranks attacking from the rear, spearing a dozen or more.

Roars of rage and pain erupted, she followed up with a trio of electric orbs crackling with bolts of lightning sparking between them. The spheres flared with power, the young noblewoman thrust her arms before her and launched the orbs into the horde of demons; they spit lightning in all directions.

Where a lightning boltstruck an iron spike, electricity lanced deep into its target, demon bodies danced grotesquely before collapsing in twitching heaps on the stone.

The lightning-balls had more work to doa heartbeat laterthey exploded, electrocuting agwiagmas, hurling smoke trailing forms into the demons ranks. Away from the front-lines, the demons were preparing their own magics; Pazuzites capered and danced, building up auras of crimson lightning around their talons.

Their digits were flexing, prepared to send deadly magics at the fortress invaders, but Najyah and Khalik struck. Sheathed in powerful stone armourwith talons and beak sparkling in diamond-sharpnessthe eagle flew through the capering, vulture-headed fiends; her beak and talons tore at eyes and severed fingers, shattering both concentration and deadly magics.

In retaliation, those that could turned to strike the bird, but Khaliks spells blasted from her body, lashing out in all directions, conjuring a swarm of living sand, sharp rock, and glass, spraying directly for the demons faces.

While the demons clawed at the cloud of living grit, Alexs summoned monsters joined in: swarms of elemental beetles followed water elementals, the beetles harried the demons in the back ranks, the small elementals slipped along the ground undetected, latching onto the monsters limbs, draining their fluids clean away.

Thats the air elementals jobs, he said as they paused at another fork in the halls. Well have some warning at least, but it'd be a whole lot better if we find our targets fastEr, this way! No wait He waved the orb back and forth. The other way, to the right this time!

His companions turned to the right as Alex drew on his staff, pouring more haste magic into each of them.

Gotta keep up our pace, he thought, glancing at the aeld staff. But I need to keep as much power as I can for our fight with those triplets.

Within the aeld wood, he could feel its mana dropping: the dungeon core essence and magical wood had come together and created a deep well of mana to draw froma well that refilled quicklybut hed been calling on its power almost constantly.

Its energies were ebbing: he needed to give it time to regenerate.

Come on, he thought, as the group rounded yet another in a seemingly endless series of corners. How big is this place, anyway? The bloody orbs warmer than metal on a summers day and it doesnt feel like were any closer.

The group paused, reaching the top of a curving staircase that led deeper into the fortress, its steps were large enough for a giant to walk down with ease. Alex held the orb ahead of him, waving it up and down.

It grew warmer as his arms dropped.

Down the stairs, he said. Theyre somewhere below us.

Then down we go, Khalik said, glancing behind them, listening to the sounds of battle echoing through the halls. Your distractions are working for now, but theyre eventually going to realise that somethings wrong. Come.

The group soared down the stairs, listening carefully for signs of pursuit. Alex held the orb so tightly, his knuckles had turned chalk white on the sphere. It was growing warmer and warmer as they descended.

Alright, we must be getting close, he thought, spying a massive pack of hellhounds ahead. Good, it wont be long

He abruptly paused as the group flew toward the hellish canines, they growled at their approach. Alexs eyes went wide.

Wait! He shouted. Theyre not mine!

But his words came too late.

The monsters leapt for the stairs, their teeth shining in the crimson light. Theresa let out a scream as one pounced on her, its jaws clamping on her forearm.

No! Alex cried, reaching forward, but her sword was already removing the offending mouth.

Im okay! She shouted, whirling on the rest of the pack. Brutus, sic em!

With a rumbling growl, the cerberus pounced on the others, his three sets of jaws pulling down the smaller creatures, tearing them apart. Hart leapt into the fray, the Champions sword quickly finished the rest.

Alex flew to Theresas side. Are you okay?

Im fine, she rubbed her arm. The chainmail caught it. Lets just keep going.

Thank the Traveller for chainmail, he grunted, his jaw tightening beneath his beard.

Descending, he took in the hellhounds corpses, his frown deepening.

Hellhounds arent native to Cawarthin, according to the demonology texts, which means that either the books were wrongor something brought them here.

Grimly, he remembered Baelins earlier words: When one is dealing with demons, one must be acutely prepared for the unexpected.

What else is down here thats not supposed to be? Alex wondered.