Chapter 626: War Comes

Chapter 626: War Comes

Eldin froze mid-knife stroke while the world trembled as though a titan was shaking it apart.

Monsters roared from outside.

People shouted.

Steps away, the Saint began to turn.

Knowing his chance was lost, the holy leader plunged back into the stone.

More pressing things now called him.

Earlier, when the Saint had asked for time alone, Eldin suspected the young mans faith was being tested. As the day went on, hed seemed more troubled. Distracted. Hed been more distracted from the time hed spoken to the captive. When Merzhin had asked to be excused from sharing in Uldars bounty in the dining hall, saying he needed time apart for contemplation, Eldin feared that her influence was too strong, and was making the Saint question.

Izas had smiled, first nodding to Merzhin, then subtly to Eldin.

And the old killer had gone into the walls.

Hed followed at a distance; the young man had set a ward around himself, but Eldin had sensed it and stayed well out of range. Deep in the stone, hed listened to the conversation between the young man and young woman.

Hed hoped Merzhin would make the right decision and hold firm to Uldars path.

But the boy hadnt, confirming what he had to do.

The old priests knife-stroke had come quick and perfect.

Had it landed, red would have run from the Saints throat; his heart ratewould have plummeted, taking him near unconsciousness. In the brief time before his heartbeat stopped, Eldin would have partly healed the wound, then taken him down into the bowels of Uldars Rise where the First Apostle would have decided his fate.

But none of that was to be.

The quake that shook the escarpment seemed suspiciously timed. It had ruined both his blade-stroke and concentration, and allowed time for the Saints ward to warn him.

And while he was confident in his abilities, he wasnt given to enough arrogance to have any grand illusions about his chances against a Hero of Uldar, especially a Saint who was warned and ready to fight. Not by himself, in any case.

And so, Eldin had quickly slid back into the stone.

Another quake shook the valley.

The old priest scowled.

Overtime, theyd grown complacent. Their plan had been a simple one; once the First Apostle had gathered the information hed been seeking about the Travellerinformation to determine if a new threat to Uldar was underwaythen theyd planned to extract what they needed from Carey London and remove her from Uldars Rise.

They would have used her to set an ambush somewhere out in the countryside, then obliterate her and those searching for her, and quietly disappear back to the safety of Uldars Rise.

But before they could do any of that, it was now clear that they had been discovered.

The worst had happened.

Their secret enclave had been uncovered.

Now war had been brought to their doorstep.

Just as when Ravener-spawn had slain the Second Apostle.

He shook away those thoughts as he slipped through the stone. This was a time for action, not regrets.

Eldin emerged near one of the cloisters where a group of his soldiers were gathering.

Where is the Third Apostle? he asked the closest.

She looked up, startled. He went to the battlements. We were just about to join him.

Later, I need you to come with me now, Eldin said. We need reinforcements for

Again, the ground rumbled.

A great beast roared from outside Uldars Rise.

What is happening? he demanded.

His agents face was grim as she reported the troubling events to him.

Some time earlier, an armed force had gathered beneath the rainy evening sky.

Watchers of Roal, mercenaries, and wizards had stepped from a fae gate near the place Carey was being held; girded for war and ready for whatever came. Armour clinked. Weapons bounced against hips. Folk looked grim.

And Alex Roth prayed.

Traveller, the Fool of Thameland whispered, standing under a tree with his hands clasped together. If you can hear me, Hannah, give us any blessings you can sparecuz I figure were going to need them.

The Watchers were moving through the forest as silently as the gentlest breeze.

Come on he whispered. Come on

He had no idea how long he waited and watched, praying thatat any momenthed feel the tingle of teleportation magic. There was nothing to tell him how the infiltration team was doing; they were avoiding any communication since they had no idea what the enemies capabilities were.

And no desire to test them unnecessarily.

So, Alex waited and watched.

Below, the rest of the strike force also waited, poised, silent, and ready for anything. The day turned darker. The rain fell harder.

And then

A flash in the distance, burning bright red.

The flare seemed to materialise from nowhere, soaring up and over the forest, abruptly rupturing, blazing in the sky.

Red! Alex cried. The teams in trouble! Were going in!

He flew down into the trees. Drestra! You know what to do! Claygon, Vesuvius, Tyris, Hart! Youre the first ones in! Get ready!

The four came together as Alex dispelled the invisibility magic on himself. He touched them.

Then activated the Travellers power.

For a second, he felt resistance: a ward of untold power brushed against the divine power of Hannah.

But, only for a breath.

In another breath, he was through.

And what greeted them almost made them freeze in place as they craned their necks looking up.

Towering high above all else, a titanic stone escarpment rose high into the sky, in the centre of a village nestled within a crater. Villagers swarmed like a dungeon teeming with Ravener-spawn; rushing toward a small group defending themselves under cover of a massive overturned statue of Uldar that was lying in a field just outside the village.

Watcher Hill and the infiltration teamcrouched behind the statue, firing spells at oncoming foes, but these adversarieswere no wild horde of monsters. They moved with the deadly precision of trained warriors, wielding crossbows and bolts of divine power.

They seemed like a match for the Watchersand far outnumbered Hills team.

I willeven the odds! Claygon shouted, flying at the warriors as Alex swooped down beside Hill.

Things were bad.

One of the Watchers was dead, and two were wounded, bleeding heavily.

What in all hells happened? Alex cried.

Watcher Hill swore, launching a fireball at the enemy. We made it through two wards and thought that was the end of them! But the tricky bastards had a third one hidden almost on top of the second! It tore apart our invisibility spells and next thing you know, were completely exposedlook out!

Alex saw a bolt of divine fire arc from the village, whistling as it plunged toward the ground.

With a deep roar, and several earth-shaking steps, Vesuvius lumbered into its path. The holy flame burst, landing harmlessly, rippling across his shell. He responded, streaming jets of lava aimed at the village.

Ill get the wounded to safety! Hold tight, Ill bring the others! Alex cried.

Picking up the two wounded Watchers, Alex teleported back to the staging area. The strike force was already moving. Watchers were casting Planar Doorway, bringing their teams to the battle. More fighters were soaring toward the target.

Alex delivered the Watchers to a group of blood mages and turned to leave.

Help them! Im going back! he shouted.

Raising his staff, he cast Planar Doorway, teleporting more strike force membersto the battle.

Ahead, an earth-shattering roar met his ears.

Drestra, in her true form, crashed through the invisible barrier. Thundar was perched between her wings, waving his mace above his horned head.

And behind them?

The contingency plan Drestra had told the strike force about. Shed brought it through the fae roads from the dungeon theyd found in Luthering. Insurance she planned to use against the enemy now that shed mastered the dungeon core the petrifiers had so graciously left behind.

They flew behind her; an army of blood-draks, all created and controlled by the Sage of Uldar, followed closely.

Alex never thought hed ever say he was glad to see Ravener-spawn, but here it was, he was not only glad, but thrilled to see them, particularly since theyd help eliminate sinister priests.

As Drestra cast an earth spell that rocked the very foundations below them, the Fool of Thameland teleported into battle.

It was time for these priests to finally meet Uldars fifth Hero.