The safest place was where I would be, parked behind the
artillery lines atop my mastodon for no strategic reason that I could see
except that there was no other place to fit them. The artillery was defended by
default by the entrenchment at the ford. Our purpose was for when the walls
fell and the gate broke and it came time to rush the city. Nobody needed to
tell me that mastodons would form the vanguard, and that all the remaining
Auger strength would be waiting for us atop that ramp.
By the time
the entrenchment finished, darkness fell. The mastodons lay down for the night,
and I sat with my back against my own. Tomorrow it began, and would not stop
until either we or the Augers all were dead. I remembered thinking exactly this
outside the first fortress of the Profuse Hand, and laughed. Then, we had a
whole world to conquer, and when we charged it in all our strength my dread
fell away. Now I felt my journey ended at the top of that ramp, riding beside
Jerem Cozak, and my dread only increased.
I do not
know when I fell asleep, but just as I did I felt a gentle breeze. The air
turned very cold and I shivered, and I stood alone amongst the stars. Only this
time the floor upon which I stood was not clear like water. No, the floor was
fire itself, and I could feel it melting the Profusionist metal of my armor. I
had only some few moments left to live. Then I looked up, and before me stood
the demons of the void. There were five of them only, and I wondered where the
others were. But these were larger, now, and wreathed in the same fire as the
floor, though I knew it would not consume them.
As before,
one stepped forward from among them to speak to me.
“We have
them,” it said, and I felt the truth of it shake the depths of my bones. “You
will never reach the ships. You and your pretty cloud will be undone.”
I thought
of my beloved, golden and serene, and tasted ash in my mouth.
“She is not
here,” it said. “She cannot come. Their days are gone. Time is ours. You will have
accomplished nothing here.”
It smelt of
the stench of burning flesh. “We come to collect the lightships. You die before
you step inside this city. The one you follow has already fallen. You are only
the last to know it.”
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