Илона Эндрюс - Emerald Blaze (Hidden Legacy)

“Tell me when,” Alessandro said. He stood in his circle, loose and ready. The pattern around his feet stretched to cover nearly half of the roof. I’d never seen anything like it.

I pushed my magic, trying to claim the circle faster.

The fire wall around the island sputtered and died. Either Tatyana ran out of magic or she was dead. The troops from the armored transport flooded onto the island on foot. Gunfire crackled. It had to be now.

The outer boundary of my circle shone.

Magic punched me, so much magic. I reeled, trying to absorb it. For an agonizing second it felt like trying to hold a jerking fire hose, then suddenly, the current and my power snapped together into one steady stream.

The Pit opened before my mind’s eye and I saw everything in a fraction of a second: the bright magenta star of Cheryl’s mind in front of me; the duller white glow of Tatyana, all but extinguished; the sharp pale radiance of Stephen behind us; the faint purple smudge that was Marat; the collection of weaker lights among Cheryl’s private army; Alessandro’s supernova, so powerful it took my breath away; and the glowing nebula of the Abyss, wrapping around us and stretching far back into the Pit.

The Abyss’ presence brushed against me, eager. Visions of dying humans floated over my mind. I tested the circle and felt the impenetrable barrier of null space.

“Now,” I said.

Orange light ran through the lines of Alessandro’s design. A whirlwind of magic and orange sparks wound around Alessandro, lifting him off his feet. He leaped up and hung suspended, the magic spinning around him faster and faster, a maelstrom ready to be unleashed. The building underneath us shook.

The construct battle kept going, Arkan’s people disembarking, oblivious to the breathtaking storm building up on the roof.

Alessandro raised his head. His skin glowed and his eyes overflowed with magic. It spilled out of him, radiating like a corona from the sun. He looked like an angel, a furious, majestic creature, filled with astonishing power and sent down to punish.

I forgot to breathe.

A blast wave of pure magic tore out of Alessandro and rolled through the Pit.

The constructs collapsed. Their hulking metal forms split into components and tumbled down. The tentacles still swirling through the water disintegrated, falling apart. Refuse blanketed the surface of the mire. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Stephen fall into the water with a splash and disappear under the surface.

In my mind’s eye, the area around us turned dark, as if a glowing city suddenly lost all power. A third of the Abyss vanished, and what remained crawled away from us.

All went silent.

Oh my God. He’d nullified their magic.

A hoarse high-pitched scream made me turn. Cheryl stood in the middle of the parking lot, Tatyana slumping a few feet away. Cheryl balled her fists and shrieked, wailing. It was the sound of pure panic.

We were born with magic. We felt it in ourselves and others. We used it, the way we used our eyes and ears. Every mage down below must have felt as if they had gone blind and deaf all at once. Only Alessandro’s magic remained, burning like a sun.

So there it was, the true power of the antistasi.

Alessandro landed in the circle, the light of his magic suffusing him, his face beautiful and terrible all at once.

All traces of the man I knew had vanished. He wasn’t the Artisan. He wasn’t even human. He was a force determined to slaughter.

Alessandro raised his hands. Two blades of pure magic formed in his fingers.

He sprinted to the edge of the building and leaped out of sight.

Fear slapped me. “Bug!”

“On it.”

The drone moved to me, hovering outside of my circle’s boundary. On the screen Alessandro fell on Arkan’s troops. His left blade carved through the first man like he wasn’t even solid. A woman on his right died before she knew what was happening, her chest split in two by a magical sword.

In my mind’s eye the glowing cloud that was the Abyss compacted, crested like a wave, and surged toward us. Oh, no. I spun around to face the swamp.

A horrible deep bellow tolled through the Pit. Constructs poured out of the mire, swimming through the water toward us, dozens and dozens of constructs, the hounds, the hunters, the strange creations I didn’t know how to name. Tentacles slithered between packs of Razorscales, and behind it all, an enormous mass of flesh, metal, and plant surfaced, its own island in the Pit. Alessandro had hurt him, and the Abyss had unleashed his army.

On the little island, Stephen, soaked and dripping water, wrapped his arm around Marat. The summoner looked on the brink of collapse, the corpses of arcane beasts he must’ve summoned littering the ground around him. They were directly in the path of the Abyss’ horde.

There were too many. Even if Alessandro slaughtered all of the attackers, the Abyss would overwhelm us.

It was my turn.

I sent a focused thought out. No.

The Abyss answered. MINE.

Images bombarded me. People dying, Alessandro dying, Linus dying, constructs of plant and metal rising, flooding out of the Pit onto the streets, and me, sitting in a protective bubble of magic, safe and imprisoned in the mountain of flesh now rolling toward me. The Abyss wanted to kill. He loved the power of it. It was central to his being. That’s what he lived for. That’s what he was made for.

Offer him what he wants, and he will bring his people to you to get it . . .

“Catalina, get out of there!” Bug screamed. “Get out!”

I thought of Nevada’s baby. A tiny little baby, helpless and just drawing his first breath. I thought of my sisters and my mom. I thought of Alessandro.

No. I would stop this Armageddon. My family wasn’t going to fuel the Abyss’ army. Nobody else would ever end up as a brain and a spinal cord wrapped in foul magic. I would end this now.

I pulled the power from the circle. It poured into my wings and they burst out of me, huge and glowing. I opened my mouth and my song erupted, full of power, a siren’s call beyond anything I had ever imagined. Power surged out of me, no longer spiraling in delicate shoots, but flowing like an ocean tide. My feet had left the ground, but I barely noticed.

Come to me. Please me.

The wave of my magic collided with the constellation of the Abyss’ mind.

I sang. It was an ancient song, full of promises and whispers of bliss, the kind of song that caused seasoned sailors to hurl themselves into raging seas just to get closer.

Love me. Come to me and love me.

My magic swept through the nebula of the Abyss’ mind, brushing aside his defenses, all the way to its glowing center. It wrapped around the glowing star that used to be a human mind and saturated it.

Every construct in the Pit stopped and shuddered.

Show yourself to me. Come to me. Trust me. I am happiness. I am ecstasy. I am what you desire.

The constructs charged toward me.

On the island, Stephen gripped Marat, trying to shield him. The Abyss flowed around them and hurled himself against the foot of the building I was on. The constructs piled onto each other, building a hill of squirming bodies.

Yes. That’s what I want. More. Show me more.

The mire boiled. Tentacles thrust out, slapping against the hill of plant and metal growing against the building. The glowing dots of the Abyss’ nodes converged on me. The shining center moved, shifting toward me. The vast mound crept to me like a colossal amoeba, rising as it neared.

Ten feet high. Twenty.

Images burst in my mind, like soap bubbles. A huge grotesque monstrosity wrapping itself around the building, begging for my touch.