The final assassin in the corridor had been dealt with, but there was still a problem that none of them expected. Not far down the narrow hallway two men had business of their own, taking Theo away in chains and holding a blade to Amalia's throat. Rakar, Arania, and Takeda turned their attention to the kidnappers after the last assassin in the corridor had been dealt with by Takeda.
An explosion from the cell near them made them jump back and watch as Seiyr stepped forth surrounded by electricity. She rushed over to K'Jol near the group to check on him, and just after she did, he groaned and started to push himself up. Rakar came over and pulled his fellow Draken to his feet. Rakar put his arm around K'Jol's shoulder to help him walk, both of them running on pure adrenaline.
Gwendolyn looked to them from the other end of the corridor, holding Amalia in front of him with his blade to her throat. He glared at them, prepared to do what had to be done. The group of Kaustiri defenders glared back at him. He had their General hostage. They weren't about to back down after all they had gone through. Unfortunately, neither was he.
A burst of energy erupted from Amalia's body suddenly. A barrier of magic came forth and immediately knocked Gwendolyn back, removing herself from his grasp. The barrier was fleeting, have used most of the energy she had left for it. Seeing their chance, the defenders rushed forward as the General fell over, losing her equilibrium from the sudden loss of power. Seiyr lead the pack with a head start, reaching Gwendolyn just as he started to regain his balance. Energy surged violently around her once again as she reached out and grabbed the Avian by the neck with both hands, causing her power to begin electrocuting him.
K'Jol parted from Rakar as they approached, and started pulling Amalia away from the fighting. He fell over in his haste, unable to stand on his own for long, let alone lift her. It was all he could do at this point to drag her away from them to safety. Arania rushed over to help him while Rakar and Takeda looked to the secret tunnel that Theo had been taken through. The two of them entered it and started making their way through it with Takeda in front, hoping to find Theo before it was too late.
Amalia got a hold of herself while K'Jol and Arania held onto her, pulling her back. Her eyes quickly fixated on the sight of Seiyr's backside as Gwendolyn was being dealt with, but the electricity suddenly stopped. For a split second, Amalia thought that it was because her advent had simply run it's course, but that hope was shattered as she saw a blade sticking out of her back. Gwendolyn had managed to focus just enough through the shocks, and drove his sword straight through the middle of Seiyr's torso. There was silence as blood began to trickle down from the wound. Gwendolyn pulled the blade from her body, causing the blood to start pouring out, and the engineer fell to her knees.
The General screamed in horror, tears welling up and flowing from her eyes. Rakar and Takeda stopped as they heard it, and quickly made their way back, fearing the worst.
Seiyr's eyes were wide, her body numb. Her mind was racing as the blood flowed. Everything seemed to be moving so slowly, and the world in front of her faded, giving way to memory. She was with Warden Bracht in Dorgrad, preparing to leave the city.
"Don't give up."
Seiyr frowned and looked up into the mask of the woman.
"The Divine Weapons. They are still out there."
A memory. Seiyr wrapped the tablet clumsily, sealing with string and cloth the lie that had brought them here. She had pondered smashing it, hurling it into the magma river. But Arania insisted the fake tablet be sent to the Czar, to explain how all their efforts had been wasted. She heaped the stone with the report scroll and tossed the bundle to the messenger. In every action burned her fury.
"When we first found those dead camel herders, it was you I chose to warn. I sent the message directly to your household." She looked to the alchemist. "I knew the High Alchemist, more than any in the empire, would understand the importance of a catalyst."
Her gloved hand rested on the woman's shoulder. "This was the first spark, Seiyr - the beginning of a reaction that will consume Kaustir. One weapon was missed; but countless remain. And they will be found. You understand change, Seiyr - how new elements and new technologies can alter a state. You must be ready. You must help us all to be ready."
She left her with the camel and stepped away, towards the tent opening. There she was framed by wooden pikes where traitors of the Insect Cult lay impaled. Neither the first nor last blood to be shed in these troubled times.
"And what if only lies remain?"
The question drew her back. She turned and pondered, looking to the ground, as if memory soaked there. The Ipari mask concealed her emotions.
"Then we must build our own gods."
The engineer pondered it for the few moments she had left. Building our own gods? It sounded like the most grand of tasks. How splendid it would have been to create something so remarkable. So many questions left unanswered. So many things left to do, to discover, to experience. The darkness began to close in. It was harder and harder to think. Were the gods truly only lies? The question brought her a strange sense of solace in that final moment. It was one of the most profound questions in life. One that eluded her and everyone else. But she was about to discover the answer.
Amalia's cries echoed through the corridor as Seiyr's body fell to the ground. Just like that, she was gone. Arania was in a state of shock, staring wide eyed as her friend's body slumped to the ground. She was paralyzed and shaking. Perhaps if it had been someone else, she would have reacted differently, been able to shrug it off, but it wasn't. All she could do in that moment was stare in disbelief. K'Jol held onto Amalia, trying his best to calm her down, but even he was taken aback by the sight.
Gwendolyn placed a hand on the wall next to him for support, trying his best to recover after the devastating attack he had been dealt. His nerves were on fire, and his limbs wouldn't stop twitching. Rakar was the first to exit the tunnel next to them, and stopped for a moment as he saw Seiyr on the ground in a pool of blood, with Amalia screaming. Gwendolyn started to regain his composure as Rakar glared at him, baring his teeth.
The Avian reacted first, sending a vertical slash at Rakar, hoping to catch him off guard after the bloody scene in front of him. But he was ready, bringing up his shield to block and pulling the sword from the sheath inside the shield. Both of them were wounded and drained, but they gave it everything they had left. Slash, block, slash, parry, slash, parry. Each strike interrupted the sounds of sobbing with the sound of battle.
A stroke of luck befell the Draken as Gwendolyn's sword arm suddenly twitched as he was trying to block a shield bash. Sieyr wasn't finished with him yet, and the giant spiked shield found it's mark, slamming into the Avian's abdomen and pinning him against the wall. Rakar put his weight against it, making sure to pin him there and drive the spikes in deeper. Gwendolyn struggled for a moment, but quickly stopped trying. He knew he was done. He knew it well before this fight had begun. The two warriors came face to face, with Rakar still baring his teeth with rage at his victim. He brought his sword up, and pointed it victoriously at Gwendolyn's throat, and their eyes met. Rakar suddenly found pause.
He expected to see the eyes of a monster, of a despicable man worthy only of a slow and painful death. What he saw in those eyes was anything but. Gwendolyn did not cry. He did not yell in pain. He did not beg. He did not struggle. He only stared back. And Rakar found within those eyes the same thing he found when he stared into the eyes of his Aux Coros all those times before. Anger. Hatred. Sorrow. Regret. Duty. Vengeance. Acceptance. Gwendolyn saw it too. Soldier to soldier. Murderer to murderer.
His teeth were no longer showing. There was a moment of understanding between them, and hopefully Gwendolyn could find peace in that. He closed his eyes as Rakar raised his sword to the veteran's head. In that moment of blackness, Gwendolyn thought of his lover and her family. He would never see them again, but hoped that it would be enough to keep them safe. With a quick thrust of the arm, it was done. The blade pierced through his skull, quick and painless.
Takeda made it back out of the tunnel in time to see Rakar pinning Gwendolyn against the wall. All of them had seen it. Rakar pulled his sword and shield back, and the body fell to the ground. Nassad had managed to get away with Theo, but it was over. They were all together again, and they were safe for the moment.
Rakar dropped to one knee, holding himself up with his sword and shield. Amalia's cries had softened as she watched the fight in front of her. She knew she needed to be strong right now, and did her best to compose herself.
"We need to keep moving... we aren't out of this yet." Rakar spoke facing the wall in front of him. His voice was low and pained. Filled with misery.
"Right. We'll head down the tunnel. This passage should lead somewhere safe, given that the mayor kept it secret."
"Lets hope..."
"Takeda, take Seiyr. K'Jol... I need you to help me carry him.
K'Jol was surprised by the request, but didn't question it given the circumstances and pulled himself up, taking his time to get his balance and moved over to the other Draken. Rakar stood, and turned to face Arania and Amalia. Arania stood and took hold of the sack of medicine and sword she had been carrying, averting her eyes from the others as she moved towards the tunnel. Amalia was on her knees, wiping the last of her tears from her eyes. The sound of metal clanking against stone chimed as a bloody sword landed on the ground in front of her. It was Rakar's. She looked up at him confused.
"Get up. It's time for you to start leading. You're taking point."
He spoke with authority to his General. Now was not the time to play the obedient soldier. Amalia took the sword, stood, and made her way to the tunnel. They all filed in, Amalia leading. Takeda held Seiyr over his one good shoulder. Arania carried the medical supplies while Rakar and K'Jol carried Gwendolyn at the back of the line. They walked in silence, hoping that wherever the secret passage took them, they would all be safe.