CHAPTER 18 #3
A thousand golden lion cannons were standing in the sky above her.
Just like the vanished meteor, Bex had no idea where they had come from, if Gilgamesh had pulled them from some ancient stockpile or simply created them out of thin air.
All she knew was that they were about to fire.
The air in front of them was already shimmering with the first gleams of the destructive white light that had obliterated the Seattle Anchor.
But while Bex had smacked the lions’ shots away plenty of times, she’d never faced this many at once.
She was wondering if she still had time to run when Gilgamesh—whom she’d just spotted standing in the air behind the cannons—waved his golden-gloved hand.
The lions all roared as soon as he gave the signal, unleashing a wave of white fire that, once again, Bex had no choice but to cut through.
Just like before, she did it with both blades at once, holding Drox on her left and Ishtar’s sword on her right to slice the barrage right down the middle.
When her swords made contact with the blinding fire this time, though, the shots didn’t bounce off.
They exploded, blasting through Bex with enough force to make the world go white.
When she came back to herself, she was lying on the ground in a pool of her own black blood.
She must’ve already healed a lot of the damage, because her body had that tingly, fragile, overused feeling she remembered from the day and a half she’d spent battling Havok nonstop.
Drox’s voice was buzzing in her ear, but she couldn’t focus on his words long enough to comprehend them.
The only thing she understood was that she probably shouldn’t take another of those.
You absolutely shouldn’t take another! Drox yelled through her ringing head.
Your regeneration is nearly instantaneous now that you’ve got six horns, and you still almost died before it could catch you!
She felt his blade shake in her limp hand.
I’m starting to understand how Gilgamesh defeated Ishtar now.
You absolutely cannot let him hit you like that again.
“Not planning on it,” Bex muttered as she pushed herself up. “But how are we going to—”
She cut off as the healed injuries she’d been about to inspect were suddenly illuminated by a white light so bright it washed all the color out of the world.
Bex didn’t even have to look up to know the lions were getting ready to fire again, but if she couldn’t block the shots, couldn’t take them, and couldn’t dodge, what was left to do?
Who says you can’t dodge? Drox demanded. You’re faster than you’ve ever been.
“Not fast enough when all they have to do is turn their heads,” Bex said, glancing around for cover.
There wasn’t much. The wall of tanks full of injured princes was still standing, but Bex was pretty sure Adrian was hiding back there, and she didn’t want to bring the fire to him, especially since she was certain now that Gilgamesh wouldn’t pull his punches for his son.
She could try diving into the cracks between the giant god coffins, but even with her new improved speed, she didn’t think she could make it that far in the few seconds before the lions fired.
That left her pretty cornered, but Bex was used to having her back against the wall. In a way, having no other options was actually freeing, because it gave her the courage to do what she really wanted to.
What’s that? Drox asked in a terrified voice.
There was no time to explain. The next barrage of glowing shots was already leaving the lions’ mouths, so Bex decided to show him instead as she blasted herself into the air.
This put her straight in the path of incoming fire, but now that the shots had left the lions’ mouths, their trajectory could no longer be changed, which meant she could dodge them.
Bex did so like a fighter jet, shooting into the sky so fast that the air started to drag like water.
She pushed until she was going the same speed as the white shots themselves, which made it even easier to dodge over, under, and between them in midair, but Bex didn’t stop there.
Once she’d cleared the explosive barrage, she kept going up, using her fire to blast herself faster and faster until she was flying like a rocket at the king hiding behind the cannons like the coward he was.
By this point, Bex was going so fast that the world was a blur, but she still saw Gilgamesh’s smug face go blank in shock beneath the visor of his new lion helmet. She saw him tense next, which she realized probably meant he was about to teleport. For once, though, the King of Heaven was too slow.
Bex crashed into him the same way she’d hit the meteor—swords first and blazing like a comet.
It was impossible to aim for anything specific at this speed, so Bex settled for just striking her target.
And in that, at least, she seemed to be successful.
She felt her swords go through Gilgamesh like two guillotines.
When she finally stopped blazing and looked back to see how she’d done, though, the result was a mess in every sense of the word.
She definitely hadn’t missed. Gilgamesh’s golden armor was covered in red blood.
It was splattered all over the lions in front of him, almost like he’d exploded.
But while the evidence of her victory was painted all around him, the king himself didn’t have a scratch.
His armor wasn’t even dented, and his grinning face showed no sign of pain.
It was just like when he’d come back before, but Bex barely had time to gawk before Gilgamesh swung his sword at her.
He was still standing twenty feet away, but that turned out not to matter.
Now, at last, Bex understood how he’d broken the Wheel from the ground.
His white sword was less than half the size of Drox, but the magic coming off it was like an avalanche.
It hit Bex full in the face, sending her body tumbling back down to the ground.
Her flames caught her before she fell too far, but Bex was still a mess.
Not in her body—she’d actually escaped with minimal damage this time—but her mind was in chaos.
She was sure she’d killed Gilgamesh twice now, but the king floating above her didn’t even look wounded.
If anything, he was smugger than ever, strolling through the empty air like it was a paved path as he twirled his white sword and looked down on her in pity.
As she watched him gloat, Bex realized this was the same place she always ended up: on the bottom, under Gilgamesh’s boots.
The view was extra bitter now, because Bex had really thought this time would be different.
She’d fought a war, destroyed the Hells, and betrayed her own mother, all to make sure this never happened again.
Now, though, Bex was starting to wonder if this ending was inevitable.
She’d beaten lots of enemies who were tough to kill, but they’d always had limits, lines she could push them over to win.
So far as she could tell, though, Gilgamesh had none of those.
His magic was seemingly infinite, his life apparently untouchable.
For the first time ever, Bex understood how the gods had fallen before him, but how in the Hells was she supposed to win?
You can’t think like that, Drox ordered, digging into her palm. I already told you, if you start thinking you’ve lost—
“I know,” Bex said, raising her two swords to face her seemingly unkillable enemy.
But just as she was about to plunge back into the fight no amount of positive thinking could convince her wasn’t hopeless, she heard the soft sound of glass breaking in the distance right before the smug smile slipped off of Gilgamesh’s face.
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Three minutes earlier.
Adrian needed to get to better cover.
He’d scrambled behind the wall of princes because it was the only thing up here other than Enki’s forge now that the golden banquet table was shattered.
But while the tanks Gilgamesh stored his broken sons in had been stacked high, a see-through barrier of glass, gold filigree, and glowing water was not the most confidence-inducing shelter when a battle of almost-gods was going on fifty feet away.
The best survival move would’ve been to run back downstairs into the cavern where they’d found the queen’s horns.
That was where Boston was tugging him toward, but Adrian couldn’t take his eyes off Bex.
She was shining like a supernova. Her body was a white-hot silhouette inside the halo of her flames.
Every time she moved, she left a blazing trail, filling the pale sky with an aurora of yellow, orange, gold, and blue fire.
It was unspeakably beautiful, unspeakably powerful on the primal level that all witches loved.
If Adrian hadn’t been head over heels already, the sight of her right now would’ve sealed the deal for sure.
As glorious as Bex unquestionably was, though, she didn’t seem to be winning.
His eyes weren’t fast enough to keep up, but Adrian couldn’t miss the stream of black blood that was constantly hitting the ground.
Gilgamesh didn’t need to speak to cast his sorcery, so it was hard to tell exactly what he was doing, but it looked like he was using a variation of Leander’s Fifty Steps of the Pilgrim to teleport into all her blind spots.
The fact that Bex hadn’t already fallen out of the sky meant she was healing the damage, which was good, but Adrian knew better than anyone that Bex had a hard limit.
The more blood she lost, the harder she’d fight until she hit the wall, and then she’d die.