Mark Chadbourn - Destroyer of Worlds

'You think they're going to stop at the gate? We've lost any advantage we had crossing through this God-forsaken place. They're going to be straight on us the minute we crash back into the Far Lands.'

Ruth had overheard their conversation as she helped Miller and Virginia, who were flagging. 'We have to stop them here. It's the only way.'

Ahead, Tom and Shavi conferred intensely. 'We both feel we are near to the gate,' Shavi said, 'but we cannot find the way.'

'The warrior said we had to find the Heart of the Drakusa if we wanted to get to the Groghaan Gate.' Church peered around the gloomy chamber, but it appeared to be as bare and forlorn as all the others.

The line of sight through the great doors of the chambers revealed flickering lights in the distant dark.

'Now would be a good time for inspiration,' Laura said.

Everyone except Church rushed to search the chamber with urgency, dragging blocks of masonry aside, brushing the thick grime and cobwebs from crumbling murals, sweeping away the dust covering the flags. The echoes of the metallic grinding filled the room.

'The heart of a warrior,' Church mused aloud. 'The heart. Brave. Fearless. Aspiring… no, no, reaching… for greatness…' A connection was made. Quickly, but methodically, Church began to investigate the walls, trying to see into the shadows that clustered overhead.

As Church moved the lantern, it brought a subtle shift in slivers of shadow on the stone near him: revealing protrusions only a few inches wide. Broadly spaced footholds wound up into the dark, invisible to the casual eye. He called the others over as the lights drew into the adjoining chamber.

'I'll go,' Ruth said, handing her spear to Church.

'No, you'll break your neck.' Veitch tried to pull her back. 'No one's gonna get up there.'

Ruth threw him off. 'I'll go,' she said fiercely. 'I'm lighter, more agile-'

'And if anyone's going to break their neck it ought to be her,' Laura said.

Pressed flat against the wall, Ruth put one foot on the lowest step and reached for the next. She had to stretch her fingers to find even the flimsiest handhold, and then, with a shaky, precarious step, she leaped to the next stone. When she almost fell from the fifth step, now well above their heads, Veitch had to look away.

'Get underneath to break her fall,' he said to Laura as he turned to join Church facing the approaching lights. 'We're going to have to fight.'

'If we can hold them off, at least the others can get through.'

'We're doing this all the way to the Enemy?'

'Probably.'

From the shadows emerged a figure, eight feet tall with rusty iron plates on chains at the front and back of his body, muscular arms smeared with blood. He wore a helmet of smaller iron plates bolted together haphazardly. The now-deafening grating came from an enormous sword that he dragged behind him. Church and Veitch recognised the Iron Slaughterman from the description Mallory had given them of his encounter with the being in Ogma's library.

In the flickering torchlight, twenty figures swarmed around him, keeping low. They had the heads of wolves and rats but the bodies of men, snapping at the air in a hunting frenzy. Behind them, Church could just make out further movement, like clouds of smoke unfolding towards him.

'How are you doing?' Church called out.

'Still clinging on, if that's what you mean,' Ruth shouted back.

Without slowing his step, the Iron Slaughterman began to swing the sword, which was as big as he was. Veins bulged on his straining sinews and the rusty, bloodstained sword began to gather speed in an arc.

'He's never going to hit us with that big bleedin' thing,' Veitch mocked.

The sword swung round and round over the Iron Slaughterman's head as he ran. At the last he lowered the angle so it drove towards Church and Veitch, who leaped out of the way. The sword hit the flags with such explosive force that chunks of stone hurtled through the air. Church and Veitch were thrown from their feet, and a massive fissure opened in the floor.

Snapping and snarling, the wolves and rats attacked. Church rolled back to his feet, bringing Caledfwlch up sharply to bisect one from groin to shoulder, and then taking the head off another. Veitch had already despatched three, but the others were darting and retreating, trying to get past Church and Veitch to their more vulnerable companions.

Heaving his sword off the ground and whirling it in another slow, powerful arc, the Iron Slaughterman attacked again. Church ducked beneath the whistling blade at the last second and it crashed through a marble pillar, bringing down part of the ceiling in a cloud of billowing dust.

'Bastard's going to bring this place down around us.' Veitch coughed as he and Church took the opportunity to retreat a few paces, unseen. When the dust cleared, Church saw a figure floating a foot in the air behind the attackers. Bone-white skin framed by black hair, becoming black skin and white hair, and back. Janus, the god of doorways and new beginnings, raised his golden key and ironwood stick, one to open the path, the other to drive away those who had no right to cross the threshold.

'Brothers of Dragons,' he said in a scraping voice. 'Your doors shall be closed for ever.'

Above them, they heard a cry of exultation from Ruth, and then a door ground open in the wall behind them.

'You see, that's irony,' Church said to Janus.

'This place is winding down, and all places joined to it,' Janus continued. 'The lamps are going out. The doors are closing one by one by one. You cannot hold back the dark.'

'We're the ones who carry the light,' Veitch said defiantly. 'A little blue spark, and that'll never go out.'

As the rats and wolves circled, Church said to Janus, 'You're a god. You're not controlled by the Anubis Box — you've still got free will. Why did you choose to side with the Void and the Army of the Ten Billion Spiders?'

'I am not just a god. I am Divom Deus, the gods' God. The first. I am one of the Oldest Things in the Land.'

Before Church had a moment to reflect on what Janus had said, one of the rat creatures darted under his guard and flung itself into the newly opened doorway to block their retreat. It had only backed a few paces into the space beyond the door when the tubular corridor began to revolve and axes swung like pendulums at intermittent spaces along the way. One blade planted itself firmly in the rat creature's chest. With a strangled, bestial cry, it fell to the floor in a gout of blood and began to revolve and fall, revolve and fall.

'That was a spot of luck,' Veitch said.

'The warrior told us the path to the gate had been booby-trapped.' Church retreated with Veitch to the door. 'This might only be a part of it.'

Ruth joined them in the entrance to the revolving corridor as the Iron Slaughterman launched another attack. The sword ripped through wall and floor, bringing another deluge of masonry from the precarious ceiling.

'Let me go first! Follow my steps!' Ruth shouted above the roar of falling stonework. Darting into the revolving corridor, she performed intricate steps to dodge and duck the pendulum axes while fighting to keep her balance. Church held his breath as more than one came within a hair's breadth of her, but then she was through to the other side, urging Shavi, then Laura to follow.

The rat and wolf creatures leaped, snarling, only to be cut down by Church and Veitch. Another assault by the Iron Slaughterman tore through the walls on either side of the door, forcing Miller and Virginia to fall to their knees screaming as Tom dived into the revolving corridor.

Resonant creaks and groans warned them that the entire stone ceiling was about to come down. Once Tom, Miller and Virginia had made it through the axes, Church and Veitch followed, dancing amongst the blades with such balletic skill that they made it appear effortless.