Chapter 49
CHAPTER FORTY NINE
Fire raced from my hands in a tornado of death, ripping through two Reapers and casting them to ash.
A third came at me with air and fire twisting from his palms, a blast of sheer magic aimed at me.
But before he could release it, Bastian stabbed him in the neck with a sharp blade, tearing it out with savagery and letting the Reaper fall dead at his feet.
I nodded to him, the Dragon bastard having saved my life. As a Reaper came up behind him, shooting an arrow of ice for his head, I sent a blast of heat out that melted both his weapon and his head. Bastian glanced back with his eyebrows raised, nodding to me in return.
I smiled. He smiled. And then we ran at three Reapers together, the Dragon snaring one in a net who I then burned to a crisp.
Bastian ran through the second with a blade he cast with his element and the third we took hold of together.
He snared his limbs with chains, ripping him apart while I heated up the metal so it burned like hellfire as the Reaper died.
Bastian smirked. I smirked. Then he wielded those chains of heated metal, whipping them at two more Reapers and shredding their golden cloaks.
“Nice,” I commented, flipping my sword over and catching the hilt before hurling it at a Reaper’s chest so it sliced through flesh and bone.
Calcifiend was playing a game of his own, causing the Reapers to run in circles trying to blast him from the air, all the while stealing their focus so Bastian and I could destroy them.
Fiend landed on a woman’s shoulder and blasted her with his ferocious power, her hair setting alight and a wail cutting the air apart.
I glanced at Everest where she was fighting her own battle, her Void tearing through moonlight itself. She was all too distracting in her majesty and a sharp silver blade whistled past my cheek, slicing the skin open.
I growled, turning on the man who had thrown it and summoning my Fury hounds to me. They dove on the Reaper, ripping him apart with savage bites and Bastian watched with raised brows as he reeled in the chains, the metal clinking as they slid over the golden cloak of a Reaper he’d just felled.
I stepped to his side, letting my hounds run riot through the chamber and herd more Reapers our way.
“They’ve drawn my blood,” I muttered.
“We can’t have that,” Bastian said darkly, sharing a murderous look with me.
My heart thumped with the thrill of the carnage and I was fairly sure the Dragon shared the sentiment.
I set my gaze on the closest Reaper, snaring his mind with my possession and making him pirouette his way toward Bastian’s heated chains. The Dragon cut him down with great swipes of the metal and I sent more Reapers dancing and cartwheeling his way.
Their screams were pretty music to my ears as I handed them their deaths by Bastian’s hand and he laughed a roaring laugh as they twirled into his lashing chains.
“This is child’s play,” Bastian called to me.
“The most villainous game I know,” I agreed, looking to Everest again and luring all of our enemies away from her.
This chamber would be ours before long and I would buy her all the time she needed to Void the power of the moon and keep that vile eschaton star at bay.
Mavus and Vesper fought to hold the beast off together, the Sky Witch drawing on power gifted to her from the blood she’d spilled and summoning the ether to her, using the corruption of dark magic to thwart the monster below.
We all had a role to play here and there was no denying we were each doing our duty. There might be a tomorrow for us yet.