Kane took a deep breath.
“Relax,” Turner told him.
“ Are you my therapist?” he asked her sharply.
“No.”
“Then stop telling me to relax.”
Kane smelled ice, oil and gunpowder as the ship skimmed over the brittle surface of the Dark Sea, a largely frozen marshland between the Bone Hills and the vast tund ra called T he Reach. A ccording to Burke, that was where they ’ d find the ruins of Voth Ra’morg, where T he Revengers and the Kothians planned to enter the Whisperlands.
It was also where Rake and his cronies would likely kill Cross and Black in the ir attempt to get…something. No one seemed clear as to what it was Rake was actually looking for, but everyone seemed to agree that if he was going through this much trouble, it had to be something bad.
The cold ship rattled as it sped along. Kane saw the black and marshy landscape through the wide windows. The land was littered with icy reeds and mounds of frozen lichen, islands of damp earth and giant petrified mushrooms. The setting sun shone red and gold as it sank be hind grey-black clouds. Dark mountain peaks loomed in the distance.
Grey Clan skiffs, bulky grey vessels with indu strial turbines and heavy guns, trailed Burke’s squat and ugly warship.
Turner finished giving Kane his injection, an arcane healing solution made from a blend of salt water, holy oils and Type A Blood. S upposed ly it would help purge whatever was left of the vampiric infection from his system. Turner shot the fluid into his arm with a needle he thought w as roughly the size of a broadsword.
Under normal circumstances, a single injection should have been sufficient. Unfortunately, time progressed differently in the Whisperlands than it did in the sane wo rld, and so far as Turner knew — and the book — smart Revenger seemed to know quite a bit — no one had ever been bitten by a vampire while they were in the shadow realm and then transferred back to the physical world before the infection had set in. Supposedly, coming back had actually saved his life, since the slower flow of time delayed the infection process.
“But that also means,” Turner told him, “that the necrotic insects have actually been in your blood longer than normal. So we’ll need to continue giving you treatments, just to be sure.”
“ I hate getting shots,” he said plainly. “ They make me feel like I’m going to puke or fall over. Or both.”
“Good thing you’re a big tough guy, then,” Turner said matter-of-factly. “Because you ’re going to be doing this for quite some time.”
G reat, he groaned in his mind. As if things weren’t bad enough.
Turner walked away with the empty syringe, leaving Kane holding a wad of sterile cloth up to where he’d received the shot.
The bridge of Burke’s airship was wide and tall. The steel was grey-green and sterile.
Maur stood near the cockpit, where he watched the mostly reptilian pilot operate a complicated-looking network of handles, wheels and levers. Ronan, Sol and Marcus checked their weapons, while Burke went over schematic readouts of the area.
How did things get this screwed up? Kane wondered. We’ve been away from Thornn for what feels like forever. None of us expected that getting Cross back would be so damn complicated.
Or so costly. They’d lost Ash and Grissom, and now it looked like they were in danger of losing Black, too. And maybe even Cross himself.
Never really thought this was how things would end, he thought.
“ Kane?” Jade came and sat down next to him on the long and uncomfortable steel benches that ran along the back wall of the deck. The growl of arcane turbines filled the air with such noise she practically had to shout to be heard.
“What?”
“Are you okay?”
He looked at her. She was a gorgeous woman, far too alluring to be wrapped up with a scumbag like Klos Vago. H e knew what she really was: a cold-blooded criminal, an enforcer more concerned with a paycheck than with who she had to hurt to get it.
“What do you care?” he asked, and he turned back to the long window so he could watch the marsh.
She grabbed his hand until he turned to look at her.
“Because I feel like caring,” she said sternly. “Look, you and I started off on the wrong foot, b ut that doesn’t mean things have to stay that way.”
She was thin, practically a waif even in thick leather armor and armed with a veritable arsenal of knives and hex grenades. Her hand felt good in his.
“Decided to finally be nice to me now that we’re all marching to our death s, hu h? ” he grinned.
“ Try to stay positive,” she said. The way she said the words made it sound like she actually meant them. “ We ’ve made it this far, and from the sounds of things you’ve made it through worse. We should be okay… ”
“ Should be isn’t good enough,” he said. I want to live. I want Dani and Cross to be okay. God damn it, things were good before that mission into the Bonespire. I just want to go back to the way we were. “ Look, just… don’t try to make me feel bette r, OK? As things stand, we don’t have much of a chance of getting your bosses’ job done. Speaking of which… why are you still even here?”
“Excuse me?” she asked.
“What’s your stake in all of this? It’s not like you guys give a crap about Cross, or anything.”
“Burke hasn’t exactly offered to send us home,” she said plainly. “What else are we supposed to do?”
“You could s tay out of it,” Kane said matter-of-factly. “Mind your own business.”
“Is that what you’d do?”
“It’s what I’d do if I knew I wasn’t wanted.”
She gave him a wry smile.
“Did it ever occur to you that we may actually want to help?”
Kane looked into her eyes.
God, I want to believe her.
“You mean you and Sol?”
She hesitated, just for a moment, and nodded.
“Yes. Me and Sol.”
“No,” he answered. “Your interest in me extends only so far as getting Vago what he wants.”
Jade laughed. He could tell she was exasperated.
“ Ok,” she said. “ Never mind then, ” she said.
He almost stopped her from leaving, but he didn’t.
For a few minutes, while the rickety airship flew low over black waters and the sun started to set and they approached the ruined city-state of Voth Ra’morg, Kane sat alone. He longed for things to return to a place they never could. He was afraid, so afraid, because he knew this couldn’t end well, that more of them would die. A fist of pure fear slammed down his spine.
He would do what he had to do. He’d fight to his last breath to save his friends. But Kane knew they were already lost.
Voth Ra’morg was a shell.
The ruined structure came into view just as the sun set over the eastern horizon. Jagged stone walls and rusted steel towers glowed faint grey-gold in the light of the dying sun. B lack and icy marshlands surrounded the ruins. A thin and crumbling network of earth and wood en walkways provided safe passage across the dark bog. Tendrils of green m ist hovered just over the water, and wooden stakes surrounded the desolate city like a ring of black blades.
They weren ’t the first to reach the ruins: T he Revengers had beat en them there.
A large airship hovered just over the island, tethered by a mooring chain. Two smaller ships flew in a perimeter pattern around the structure. Both vessels were heavily armed with repeating cannons and arcane ballistae.
D ark war machines moved on the ground. The b lack juggernauts had massive iron wheels and swinging turrets, blade-rams and flame-cannons, and they cra shed through the laggard waters and flatten ed the mounds of earth and old wooden walkways in their path.
The vehicles moved quickly. D ark water burst skyward as explosions struck the ground. The air was riddled with machinegun fire.
The Black Scar invaders were under attack.
Kane moved to the window, stood next to the others and looked out at the scene. Ronan broke out his binoculars.
At first Kane thought Rake and his crew had run afoul of some natural creatu res in the area, or squatters who’d claimed the ruins. B ut he doubted the airship would have moored there if anything in Voth Ra’morg hadn’t already been dealt with. At worst, T he Revengers might have had to contend with tundra barbarians or Gorgoloth who roamed the area in search of plunder.
Instead, t he creatures who attack ed the Revengers were Troj — massive red-skinned humanoids with draconic faces, knotted muscles and heavy armor, thick swords and rifles as big as motorcycles. They were no swamp vagrants, but elite mercenaries, their loyalties marked by the slashed eye and fang sigils on their dark armor.
“Ebon Cities,” Ronan said.
“Damn it, they’re already here,” Burke said. “Signal the attack!”
Blasts tore the swamp apart. Mud and dirt exploded in bursts of black water. Troj raced through the swamp, nine-foot tall brutes that moved with alarming speed. T hunderously loud rifles pelted the dark iron tanks. The Troj moved fearlessly, well aware of their own near invulnerability, for t heir thaumaturgically modified metabolism healed most wounds with ease and they were bred to know n either pain nor fear. The fact that their barbaric minds were artificially infused with the latest military tactics and ordnance training made them all the more dangerous.
C reatures of equal size from Black Scar met t he Troj in battle. They were t all and gan gly undead with burn-black skin pulled taut against distorted bones, and their skeletal bodies were covered with thick body armor. The gaunt undead giants were armed with what Kane guessed were 20mm cannons.
Shells tore the marshy earth apart as the two ground forces advanced across the field. T he Troj mov ed towards the ruins, the undead defended it.
“Scarecrows,” Turner explained. “The first gift Rake accepted from Koth to seal the alliance.”
“Shit, there’s more, ” Ronan sai d. He’d turned his binoculars north.
A number of vampire warships drifted over the horizon, followed by a Coffin: a long and rectangular iron vessel that served as a troop transport for the Ebon Cities. Dark mist trailed the Wing of airships and paint ed the sky black.
M ist rolled ahead of the Ebon Cities ground forces. T hick fumes curled forward in a wave of fog that buried the marsh in blue-black smoke. Massive silhouettes were barely visible within, a host of slow-moving behemoth humanoids that moved jerkily. Patches of rotting green flesh appear ed as the figures came to the edge of the smoke. Blank eyes stared ahead. The Doj zombies dragged broken tree-trunks or planks of wood d otted with steel shards and nails. They walked with terrifying precision, and stamp ed their way through the swamp.
Many of the giants held large iron spheres the size of cauldrons. Small holes in the spheres leaked blue-black flames.
“ Let’s get the fuck out of here!” Marcus shouted.
“We can’t leave! ” Burke hissed. “Rake is inside now with Cross and the God-damn ed spy!”
“Then get us in there!” Kane shouted. “Now!”
Burke looked at Turner. The ship veered as gunfire rapped against the hull. One of the vampire warships had spotted them, and several more moved to intercept.
“Do it,” Burke said, and he nodded at Raal, the human-like Grey Clan sorcerer. Mourne stood close by. Raal nodded to the pilot, and the ship lurched sideways.
The world tilted. Kane’s insides twisted. Black explosions and tracer fire came so close the walls rattle d. Th e engines groaned and fired as the ship dipped closer to the sodden earth.
The Grey Clan skiffs turned to intercept the vampire warships.
Kane felt voices slither through his mind.
Kill black blood will eat the world you will kill lick gobble swim in our oceans black oceans beneath blood moon sickle cut the life from world’s veins twist bleed till nothing left nothing suck you dry the blood the blood is lost
“Gah!”
Kane’s head pounded so hard he felt like he’d caught a brick right between the eyes. He fell to his knees and tried to fight off the voices.
“It’s t he vampire collective consciousness,” Turner said. “We need to take him out. ”
“Whoa, what?!” Kane shouted. He looked at Turner. “You said I was fine!”
Marcus pulled a 9mm Beretta from a shoulder-holster and aimed it at Kane ’s face, but before he’d even released the safety Ronan had a kodachi to his throat.
“You’ll be dead before he is,” the swordsman growled.
“He’s being drawn into the vampire collective…” Turner yelled, but Kane barely heard her. Images flashed through his mind, painful stabbing visions that made his eyes wince and his heart g o cold. An obelisk of black ice. A grim stone bust of an ancient bearded man. Razors that fell like rain. Cold light at the end of a dark shaft. Eyes like mirrors, staring out from rows of pale faces.
I’m seeing what they see, he realized. I’m slipping closer to them.
“Contact!” someone shouted, and moments later the ship buckled. Ballistics struck the hull. Glass and steel ripped apart. Cold wind sc rap ed through the opened aircraft and suck ed Grey Clan and Revengers into the sky.
Cold sliced in to his core. The suction of air pulled Kane off his feet. Everything went end over end. He saw Maur wrestle for the controls as the dead pilot fell forward in a shower of sparks. Ronan accidentally sliced Marcus’ s throat as the ship lurched violently. Burke grabbed Turner and shielded her from the glass and steel that blasted through the bridge.
Kane grabbed Jade and held onto the bench. The horizon flipped. Everything spun. For a moment they hung weightless, suspended in mid-air as the ship fell.
Shit, was all he could think, and he knew it was a stupid thought, but it was all that went through his mind as the vessel drifted out of the sky. Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!
The ground blasted against them. Iron and metal bent inwards. The ship landed upside down: they seemed to crash into the sky. The ceiling was the floor, and it buckled in. Kane twisted around and positioned himself to absorb the brunt of the impact for Jade.
Even after they were still, h e felt like they were upside-down, stuck to the roof of the world.
Whispers growled through his mind. He ignored them by bit ing his own lip. He thought of Ekko, how she’d been mostly vampiric the last few hours of her life.
She went through this, this exact thing you’re going through now. She made it. She fought for you till the very end. You can, too. You owe it to her.
“Kane…” Jade groaned.
“Get up,” he said. “We have to get out of here.” Kane rose, aware of the gaping cuts in his leg. Blood poured from his skin where a piece of shrapnel was embedded in his calf, but he didn’t feel it, and he decided that was for the best.
Metal beams dangled from the floor overhead, and glass covered the ceiling beneath them. Sparks rained down from above. The roar of cannon fire and bomb blasts echoed through the air. The ship was rent and torn and oozed oil and fuel. He smelled fire and blood and heard groans of pain.
Several Grey Clan had been injured or killed in the blast, torn apart by the impact or the explosions. Others lay maimed. Grey-green blood was everywhere.
Sol was dead, impaled on a piece of steel.
“Kane!” Ronan shouted. “Let’s go!”
“Where’s Maur?!”
“Maur is here!” the Gol coughed. Kane couldn’t see him through the haze of smoke, but he knew the voice.
Burke was bloody and bruised, but both he and Turner had survived. Neither of them seemed all that concerned with the loss of Marcus.
“ Look!” he shouted.
They saw u ndead through the shattered windows. The roiling blue fog advanced like a vehicle across the ground. The rhythmic advance of undead giants sounded like massive drums as they closed in on the ship.
“Ronan, grab Maur!” Kane shouted. He looked at Jade. “I have to get to that city,” he told her. “Are you with us or not?”
Jade looked around. She seemed at a los s.
Another blast hit, a mortar shell that landed less than a hundred yards away. The walls rattled. W ater and mud splashed down outside.
“Jade?!” he yelled.
“Yes!”
She ran over to Sol and pulled off his pack.
T hey ran along the inverted ceiling of the crashed vessel. Cables and wiring sparked and oozed hydraulic fluid. Kane, Ronan, Maur and Jade raced out of the shattered viewport. Raal, Mourne, Burke, Turner and a handful of Revengers and Grey Clan followed close on their heels as they leapt down o nto the muddy field. They grabbed as many weapons as they could on the way, and Kane found himself with an M4A1. Ronan grabbed an MP5 A2, and Maur had a SIG SG 552, a weapon nearly as large as he was if not for the removed stock and the fore-grip. Burke and the Revengers held HK G36Ks, and they fired into the mob of giants.
The grey mist hung thick and low, and t he marsh ooze was deep and slick. Kane sank up to his ankles in fluid that smelled of brine and puss. T hey s loshed their way towards the nearest walkway, which suddenly exploded beneath a mortar shell, leaving nothing but ruined splinters.
They turned towards t he ruins of Voth Ra’morg, which were still half- a-mile mile away. Thunderous blasts and the roar of engines screamed through the sky as the Grey Clan vessels exchanged fire with vampire warships. Razorwings and gargoyles soared overhead.
Kane and the others had landed between the Ebon Cities’ waves of advancing troops: t he Tr o j were ahead of them, engaged with the Scarecrows near the city, while t he mob of undead giants was at their backs, still a good distance off but moving slow and steady.
“We are so screwed,” he said.
“Not yet,” Ronan said. His shemagh was o ff, but Ronan still wore a cloth wrap around his lower face. Even then, Kane could tell he was smiling evilly.
They ran. They could n’t waste any more time. T he giants behind them weren’t very fast but they covered a lot of ground with their long stride s, and they weren’t bothered by the marsh.
Burke shouted orders, and Turner pulled out a sending stone. Dark shapes appeared in the ochre sky, gargoyle shock troops out of Black Scar. Another mortar blast from one of the land tanks slammed into the mud a few hundred feet away.
Kane saw something shift to the north. He couldn’t be sure what it was, but he knew that it was big.
The u ndead giants closed to within five hundred yards. The line of Troj was maybe three-hundred yards away, directly ahead of them and between the m and the ruins. Between the team, Burke’s men and the Grey Clan, there were maybe twenty fighters on the ground.
“This is n’ t enough…” Kane said. His skin was cold, and panic welled in his chest. Whispers slithered through the back of his mind.
Hell no. Stay away.
“We have to go around them, ” Ronan sai d. “If we try to break through th at Troj line they’ll tear us to pieces.”
A war horn sounded through the blood-haze air like a hollow song. Several giants stepped forward and hefted the great iron spheres into the air. Flames trailed the balls and made them look like steel comets. They burst open near the downed Grey Clan vessel. V iolent explosions rocked the ground. Heat and deafening booms swept over the marsh, and Kane smelled burning gas.
“Shit!”
“Go!” Burke shouted. “We’ll hold them!”
A Grey Clan airship pulled their attention sky ward. One of the clunky grey vessels roared by and left thick plumes of black and blue smoke in i ts wake. Bomb bay doors slid open, and metal tubes plummeted to the ground. Kane watch ed the bombs descen d against the orange-black sky. H e realized they were about to land right on top of the Troj.
“Duck!” Turner shouted. Everyone went to their knees or fell prone in the mud.
A cid flames rippled across the ground. Burning cloud s rolled over the scaly humanoids. Guttural screams came from within the roiling f ire as burning b odies writhed and twisted and fell.
I hope they got the Scarecrows too, Kane thought as he helped Jade to her feet.
“Now go!” Burke shouted.
Kane hesitated, and looked at the Revenger. The man just shook his head.
“Weird shit,” Kane said.
“No doubt, ” Burke replied.
They readied their weapons, and ran.
T he dead giants behind them charged through the flames and ran even while immolated, m assive meat candles that surged towards the craft. The downed ship was caught in a cage of fire.
Kane pushed ahead. He tasted hex currents in the air as Jade sent her spirit forward to push mud and water out of their path, leaving a narrow trench of sodden clay.
Blasts sounded everywhere. Kane’s head rattled from t he growl of heavy vehicles and the fall of artillery fire. Mortar shells screamed down and into the giants. Gargoyle s flew over the wall of flames, oblivious to the four mercenaries on the ground as they dove at the Ebon Cities zombies.
Burke and the others held their ground with small arms fire and magic. Gargoyles snatched Grey Clan and hauled them into the air. Some of the reptilians plummeted painfully to the distant ground, while others grappled their aggressors and hacked into them with blades and claw- hammers.
The group worked its way around the wall of dying flames. Troj writhed and moaned inside the crackling barrier.
Kane saw Scarecrows through the smoke and fire. He fired at them, and Ronan and Maur joined suit. The Scarecrow ’ s armor was thick, but concentrated and repeated strikes brought them down.
The band of mercenaries drew to within a short distance of Voth Ra’morg. It looked like they’d be able to slip in through some cracks in the northwestern wall, on the opposite side of the city from the Black Scars ground forces.
Scarecrows and Revengers advanced on the front-line of zombie giants. Kane look ed back and saw the Grey Clan ship being destroyed. Shells pounded the ground. Ships tore apart in the sky. Debris and shredded bodies fell like rain.
T he y dodged around the flames and jumped into a shallow trench in the shadow of the city.
Bullets pounded the ground around them. Blood rang through Kane’s ears. Adrenaline flooded his body. He fired, reloaded, fired again. Every time he look ed up there seemed to be more Scarecrows. G angly black bodies advanced on the trench. Kane fired at grinning skeletal faces with e yes like white holes.
He tossed a grenade, and Jade ’s spirit rain ed down shards of blade d ice. Undead bodies sputtered and collapse d, but more stepped forward to replace them.
Something erupted out of the grou nd. C annon fire w as drowned out by a guttural and monstrous roar. S ickening slurps echoed into the sky. Kane smelled rot and earthen waste, something like bile and dirty rain.
A massive worm exploded into view. Glistening black and yellow, the creature was the size of a tank. An enormous circle of buzz saw teeth squeezed Scarecrows in half as its body rose and twisted. It had no eyes, but seemed to sense prey just the same. Gooey white blood exploded from its body as shells struck its carapace, but the attacks only seemed to enrage the beast further. It rose high into the air, a quivering black tower of placid skin, then fell and smashed a trio of Scarecrows beneath it s massive bulk.
“Now’s our chance!” Kane shouted. “Run!”
Jade ’s spirit ploughed the road. Mud and water flew from their path. Shells struck down near by, and Kane heard shouts from the other side of the ruins. Voth Ra’morg loomed over them as they made their way up the hill.
A black clawed hand came out of nowhere and grabbed Kane by the shoulder. He was lifted from the ground and hung suspended by nail-like talons. Pain flashed across his body.
The Scarecrow was covered in mud and filth, and its armor had been blasted apart. Thin bones pushed through the oil and leather skin. T he eight-foot tall brute held Kane up and extended its claws to slash open his stomach.
Ronan leapt between them. His katana deflected the Scarecrow’s claws, and in a blur he hacked the creature’s leg off at the knee. Grey sinew tore and the Scarecrow collapsed, dropping Kane to the g round and knock ing the wind out of him. Maur and Jade blast ed the Scarecrow to pieces with a barrage of bullets and cold fire.
Kane cried in pain even as Jade’s spirit tried to heal him. It had trouble, like his body didn’t want to heal, but after a moment Kane’s r ent skin stitched itself back together. The searing pain faded.
“ Hell of a day, ” Ronan said.
Kane looked at each of them.
“ Let’s finish this,” he said. “ We h ave to find Dani.” He reloaded and turned towards the city. “We have to find Cross.”
Because Cross and Dani and you guys — Ronan, Maur… even you, Jade — are the closest thing to a family I’m ever going to have. I lost Ekko. I don’t want to lose anyone else. Not while I’m alive to do something about it.
Vampire warships sailed low in the sky and pummeled Black Scar tanks and Scarecrows with incendiary missiles. C louds of burning steam rolled across the ground. The air was smelted and thick.
Only one Grey Clan vessel remained. I t floated low in the air and list ed to port thanks to a damaged turbine. Gargoyles clung to the outside of the ship and tore at the hull with razor claws.
The Ebon Cities arm y advanced. The Black Scars tank pummeled ranks of undead giants, war wights and kaithoren with hexed ballistic shot and razor bolts. Greasy corpses exploded in bursts of flaming skin. More Scarecrows and Revengers and Talons poured out of the tank ’ s cargo holds, a horde of dark armored bodies.
Shapes floated out of the blood- black smoke: sleek and bladed warships, vampire fliers, Razorwings and gargoyles, Bloodclouds and Hexbats. T he last rays of dying sunlight pierced through the grim barrier of clouds.
The opposing ground forces would collide in moments.
“Let’s go,” Kane said. “We have people to save.”