Chapter 97: Between the Darkness and the Light

Chapter 97: Between the Darkness and the Light

When Jordan first saw the lights on the horizon, he thought that they were torches, even if they were a bit too small and a little too bright. Morning was approaching, and though it was no longer bright enough to make the horizon glow with that long-lost blue line of hope or reveal the source of the lights, he still moved toward them. All he had now were the cold, distant stars and the approaching candles to ward off whatever evils skulked in the darkness.

When Jordan got close enough to them to discover what they were, he wished he hadn’t. They were... they were what exactly? Priests? Templars? He wasn’t sure, but there were thousands of them, and most of them marched with little flecks of sunlight radiating from their eyes. For a mage who had studied both of the burning times in detail, it was a terrifying sight, but even as he stood there and the ranks of marching men moved to meet him, swords stayed in their sheaths, which was as much as he could hope for.

On the front rank, one man stood out over all the rest, though. He was an older warrior who had burn scars on his hands and face, and his plate armor was a bit finer than most. All of those details paled in comparison to the most important one, though: he was glowing. Like everyone else, he had eyes of fire, but he was the only one with a flickering aura of the long-lost sunlight that the world missed terribly.

And he was looking right at Jordan. This was enough to make the mage swallow hard and step off the road he’d been following to allow them to pass, but as they closed the distance between them, the army stopped with a gesture from the glowing man, and he strode forward to meet Jordan. His large kite shield stayed on his back, but Jordan couldn’t help but notice that the man’s right hand stayed on his sword’s hilt the entire time.

“You are a sorcerer,” the man declared blandly, telling Jordan that whoever this was, he clearly had the sight and that it would be difficult to hide anything from him.

“An apprentice, my lord,” he said, bowing nervously. “I am Jordon Sedgim, son of—”

“I am Siddrim’s Paragon, and I care not who you are, only that you have no taint of true evil on your soul,” the Paragon interrupted, “I only wish to know what you are doing here.”

Jordan suppressed a gasp. “So this is a crusade?” he asked. “I’d thought that Sidrimar would send help!”

“Siddrimar is gone, lad,” the Templar lord said softly, “But my question still stands.”

“I... I got lost,” he confessed. “The Collegium at Abenend was under attack, and I was trapped in the city when the zombies tried to attack, but my spell went wild and... I ended up lost in the dark for days until I found that.”

As he spoke, Jordan pointed toward the southwest, to the giant pillar of night. It was just bright enough now that you could see the edges against a sky that was imperceptibly brighter.

“And what is that?” the Paragon asked.

“I-I don’t know,” Jordan confessed. They started walking after that, and Jordan told the Templar lord and his men all he could about his brief exploration of the empty spaces. “It encompasses at least part of the Oroza, the canal, and all of Blackwater, the mage said quietly, but beyond that, I know little. I never saw a single living thing, though, be it animal or man.”

Jordan did exactly what he expected he would in that situation: he froze. Before all this, he’d been hoping to land a position as an advisor or alchemist to a backwater Count or an Earl. He’d never dreamed of becoming a battle mage. So, even as the templars surged forward with a deafening battle cry, he stood there, forcing them to flow around him like a river of violence.

He needn’t have been worried, apparently. The line of zombies was only a few ranks thick, and it was crushed almost immediately by the wave of men in steel and their glowing swords.

The zombies had scarcely fallen into the collection of body parts that they were when something sinuous and shadowy soared over the assembled mass of milling warriors. Despite himself, Jordan ducked as one of the things soared too close to him. It was an unmanly reaction, but it saved his life when the man just to his right was snatched up instead and was carried screaming into the sky.

Jordan whispered a few arcane words and called the lightning, trying to strike at least one of the unseen creatures, but the result was stranger than than expected. The electrical force did nothing because there was nothing for it to hit. The light that the pulse radiated, though, was enough to make the nearest two creatures evaporate in a chorus of keening screams as they dropped their prey back to the earth.

Jordan did not get a good look at the things that had flown above them, but they looked vaguely aquatic. They were something like a skate or a ray made out of nothing but an oil sheen and shadows. It sent a wave of goosebumps across his flesh as he tried to imagine what horrors could fester and grow in a place that the sun never touched.

“Come now!” a voice taunted from the shadows not so far above them. “If you slay my little friends, you’ll ruin the show!”

The warriors looked around guardedly for what said that, but the sound was everywhere and nowhere, and Jordan could do nothing for the three remaining warriors who were much too far out of his reach. All anyone could do was watch as they were carried screaming into the dark sky, growing ever fainter.

“Show yourself spirit!” The Paragon roared as his sword flared to violent life, becoming a fountain of fire.

“You have no interest in me. What I have been ordered to show you though...” it quipped. “You will forgive the light I have borrowed when you see what it illuminates.”

While those words hung in the air, each of the templars that had been carried away in the night suddenly detonated like fireworks. Jordan recognized the traces of arcane magic in what had happened, but he wouldn’t have the time to study it. No matter how interesting it was that something had catalyzed a spell that released all the light and strength their souls possessed in a moment, it was what the sudden flash of light showed that stole his breath.

For a moment, the explosions of blood and light turned night into day. As bright as the explosions were, though, they only illuminated a hip, the lower sections of a rib cage, and the spine they were attached to. The bones themselves were unremarkable, save for the fact that they were the size of cathedrals or fortresses. The ribs themselves were longer than any bridge or taller than any tower Jordan had ever seen. Doing some quick math, he realized that the corpse had to be miles long, which left little doubt as to who it belonged to.

The bones seemed to phosphoresce, briefly absorbing the light. They continued to glow softly for the next several minutes, serving as a macabre backdrop for the assembled forces.

“It is my honor to inform you that your deity is grateful that you have decided to die on the same ground that he did,” the voice taunted. “So, we welcome you to the realm of darkness and promise you that none of you will leave here alive.”