Ears ringing, I watched as great claws of bone each tall as a man caught the edge of the well. The creature within, a hulking shape wreathed in shadows that my hundred eyes could not pierce, began to drag itself out of the pit even as the sitting Titans rose to their feet. Above our heads the ceiling of the cavern began to crack, the beasts roar having been enough to shatter the stone.

Well, I mused, this had all taken an unfortunate turn.

Say, Ranger, I muttered. I dont suppose youd happen to know what that thing is?

Pray I do not, Warden, Hye Su quietly replied.

In other circumstances that undead had been made of not one but two Titans would have been the main source of my alarm, but because this was Keter the fact that I saw them moving from the corner of my eye ranked only rising concern. Outright alarm was reserved for the thing emerging from the well, claws gouging the stone as if it were mud. The sharp lengths of bones led into what I thought to be tendrils of some sort, until I realized they were large chords of sinew. They wove themselves into long, squirming limbs as the behemoth rose from the pit, revealing to my eye a head twisted draconic head that flowed into a mane-like length of sinews going down its neck.

It eyes were as a mass of burning coals hidden beneath the writhing tendons, burning in the light yet casting no shadow.

That felt like a yes, I noted. So what am I looking at? Because Ive seen dragons, and Im no draconologist but Im willing to firmly state this isnt one.

This is one of the drakoi, the ancient foes of the Gigantes, Ranger grimly said. They are to dragons what we are to insects.

That was less than promising, I mentally noted. Even a glory hound monster-fighting lunatic like Hye Su didnt sound eager to fight one of those creatures, a sure sign they were nothing to trifle with. This was, after all, the same woman whod picked a fight with a Queen of Summer in her own territory. On the other hand, even if apparently Neshamah had decided that now was as good a moment to start throwing dead gods and how I missed the days where I didnt have to deal with even the singular of that, much less the plural at his problems I could tell with a look that this was a necromantic construct.

It was made of bone and tendons, and though some sort of eldritch power coursed through it like veins it was most definitely dead. Which meant someone had already killed this thing once already, that it wasnt impossible. Just almost impossible, and that was the kind of wiggle room Id been betting my life on for years now.

Mind you, Id died a few times.

Time for a tactical withdrawal, I decided.

Agreed, Ranger said.

As one we turned clean pairs of heels to the enemy, though of course it wasnt that easy. The drakon hit the ceiling as it rose to what I was pretty sure wasnt even its full height, the cracks from earlier widening and stones began to fall. Wasnt as much of problem as the two dead Titans having gotten a move on, though. The power that screamed against the air was sorcery, but like none Id ever felt before. Where other spells felt like they stole the reins from Creation, imposed a will on it, this was It felt barbed, cutting, like it hurt all around it just by existing. Whatever the Hells it was, it sunk into the slope of stone we were running up and seize it whole. A heartbeat later the rocked turned liquid, Ranger cursing as she leapt and I pulled on Night.

I wove tendrils around me and hooked them at the ceiling, forced to further crack it and dangerously vulnerable as I made sure I wouldnt be swept by the tide the stone had turned into. Ranger went about it another way. She had a sword in hand, and with a grunt of effort she cut at the liquid. Wind billowed as the strength of the cut opened a path through the liquid stone and she landed on dry ground. Reluctantly impressed, I took half a heartbeat to appreciate how quickly shed managed that before my attention moved back behind us. Where the drakon was halfway out of the well and filling the cavern with its hulking, writhing shape but also something subtler. The air in the cavern felt different now.

Tainted somehow.

The second Titan had just finished their spell, a sphere of burning sunlight forming in front of them, and I wasnt even going to try to protect that I wasnt sure what it was, exactly, but there was enough power wafting from it that the air was warping. And since the bloody ceiling was falling anyway I exerted my will, the tendrils of Night hooked into the stone above me spreading like roots before I seized the chord holding me up with my hand and pulled. The ceiling came down behind me, tons of rock falling like rain as Ranger cut her way through the tide again.

I landed with a pained grunt from the ache in my bad leg, brushing off liquid stone from the edge of my cloak before following Ranger into her race out of the room.

I didnt look back but I still felt sizzling winds blowing at my back and a horrid keening sound as stone was vaporized, discarding hopes this had so much as scuffed one of the monsters. Getting out of the cavern alive would have to be enough. Ranger got onto the stairs first, her stride swift without looking hurried, and I was but a dozen steps behind. I risked a glance back as I turned the corner and felt a swell of dread when I saw that the drakon was digging through the broken ceiling. Going straight up towards the room with the ward anchors. Fuck. All the more reason to hurry, but that moment of dallying had cost me.

The wall Id ducked behind was ripped off by an unseen hand, the power of the dead Titans screaming in my ears, and I threw myself to the ground just a little too slow three rays of sunlight had shot out like burning lances, and the third caught my shoulder. It went through the Mantle of Woe where so may magics had failed, melting part of my pauldron into worthless slag. I cursed and pulled on Night to cool the molten metal before it got to my flesh, crawling out of the way even as the wall thatd been ripped out was thrown back in pieces. Right at me. I was pulling on Night even as a small voice in the back of my mind reminded that staying still was death, that the next rays of light would kill me, but what else could I do? The stones would kill me just the same. Only a hand grabbed me by the collar and Ranger dragged me up, just in time for me to toss a veil of darkness over us as we ran. A wave of pure sunlight incinerated where we had been standing a heartbeat earlier, but wed gotten out in time.

We legged it up the stairs, back to the ward room, and I calmed my breath even as I felt the floor shake beneath our feet. Cracks were spreading all over, enchanted tiles breaking like mud left out too long in the sun. Puffs of magic came out with ever break, filling the air with aimless power.

Thanks, I got out.

Might still need you, Ranger frankly replied.

Fair enough, I conceded. The Concocter had left the floor and headed to the bottom of the stairs and the Huntress was still fighting up those, by the sounds of it. Masego was still among the garden of steles, though now he was kneeling by the pool of pure magic at the heart of it all.

Hierophant, end it, I shouted. We need to go.

Nearly there, Masego faintly replied, his flesh eye closed.

I hurried across the cracking floor, feeling massive claws scrape at it from beneath.

How long? I asked.

Would you worry, Hierophant said, have anything to do with the half dead god beneath our feet?

My jaw clenched.

Half dead? I repeated.

The body is a necromantic construct, Hierophant said, but the entity itself is not. It seems to be a piece of godhead contained in an undead body.

So that was how hed done it. Powerful as the Dead King was, the Riddle-Maker had made it pretty clear that at his peak the Titans could have wiped the floor with him and his buddies had supposedly been slapped around by the drakoi. Grave robbing Titans and raising their bones I could buy, but controlling the remains of an elder dragon had been harder to swallow. Only he hadnt done that, by the sounds of it. Hed poured gods blood into a corpse hed made sure he could control and still found the resulting monster hard enough to control itd been kept sealed in a well beneath Keter.

Its a drakon, I told him.

Masegos eye flow open. He stared at me for a heartbeat.

I will hurry, he conceded, as if doing me some great favour.

I hope you will, because theres dead Titans not far behind us, I grunted.

I left Ranger to keep an eye on the stairs behind us, instead going to the set thatd lead us back above. I told Cocky to run up and tell the Silver Huntress so start clearing our way out, because we needed to get the Hells out of here in a hurry. I still had a knife up my sleeve, one that might bite deep here, but Id rather keep it back a little longer. If we could get the drakon to rampage around the spire after the wards came down, itd draw Named like flies. By the time I returned Ranger had her bow out and an arrow nocked, eyes on the threshold of the stairs, and Masego had gone still kneeling besides a stele.

Hierophant?

He did not answer, not for a few heartbeats. Then he took his hand off the stele and rose to his feet, smiling. I could already feel the wards fading in the distance. Names that had felt a world away were now at the tip of my fingers. There were, I grimly though, less of those left than Id thought. The Dead King was having himself a massacre. Zeze cleared his throat.

I believe that-

Ranger loosed an arrow, but I didnt even end up looking at what because the floor broke. A writhing, gaping maw tore through the stone and closed its fangs around steles and the pool of magic.

Run, I hissed.

No one argued. The fucking collapsing floor should have held up the Titans but instead a path made itself out of falling stone as we ran for the stairs Cocky, showing wisdom, was already gone and the two giants began to cross unhurriedly as the drakon continued guzzling up the room. Its eating too much, I thought. Even steles that hadnt been disappeared between the great jaws. Was the Dead Kings leash truly so loose or was there another reason for this? Ranger went in first, taller than me and in better shape than Hierophant, and my effort to slow down the enemy by tossing a spear of blackflame the way of the Titans died without making a dent.

Sunlight blazed in the Titans hand and suddenly the Night flames were just gone.

That one, I grimly thought, wasnt a good match up for me at all. Id have to pass him on to someone else. We hurried up the cramped, narrow stairs even as they shattered behind us the Titans were opening a path for themselves and I found that the Silver Huntress had delivered on the task Id given her: she was already at the very entrance, holding back the tireless horde with a short spear wreathed in Light. Behind us stone was shattering like glass, but wed make it in time. The Dead Kings monsters were large and the same protections hed built to keep people out were now serving to keep his abominations in.

Hierophant, I said, can you help with the dead?

I can-

Masego kept talking, but I did not hear the words. My blood turned to ice, for the herald of misfortunate had made itself known: someone was tuning a lute. I did not see her, was not certain it was my ears I was hearing her through, but I recognized the sounds. Drunken fingers tuning the Intercessors lute with surprising deftness, plucking at it until every string was just right.

-rine, Catherine, Hierophant called out, sounding irritated. Are you listening?

Can you hear that? I asked.

My eye turned to Ranger when I found no trace of understanding on Masegos face, and she slowly nodded.

Music, Hye Su said. Faint, but I hear it.

Faint? No, that made sense. Ranger was an old and powerful Named on top of the more exotic talents that came with being of elven blood, but it was me whod effectively ripped out two chunks of the Bards aspect and then eaten them. Id be able to hear her better than anyone else alive.

The Intercessors taking an interest, I said, and thats never good. Lets get the fuck out of here.

We swept out of the stairs like a whirlwind, Masego dropping half a hundred undead with a spell that went after the one animating them while Ranger and the Silver Huntress charged into the opening. We went down the right corridor, opposite of the one wed taken last time, since it was the way out of the crypts. The ranks of the dead were thick and reinforcements pouring in like a flood but the momentum was on our side. I let loose blast of black flame to keep the enemy off our back, sometimes, but in truth my mind was barely on the fight. Id left an eye of Night behind to check on the progress of the Titans and the drakon but nothing came out of the stairs, which I realized with a grimaced made sense.

Instead of having the giants and the fucking horror dragon wreck these too-small corridors pursuing us, they were probably going to keep heading straight up to catch us in one of the large rooms above. I tried to remember as much as I could of the layout from the time Id come here to negotiate, since Id seen a little of the spire when I had, but I just couldnt seem to fucking concentrate. Not when the idle tuning had turned into strumming, and then into the beginning of a slow and sad song. The Bard usually pretended to be a poor musician, for she liked to play the fool, but she hadnt that night in Ater and it seemed she would not today either.

My head wasnt in the fight but it hardly mattered: the Dead King hardly threw anything worth a second look our way. Masses of lesser undead and a few Revenants barely worth a second look. With Ranger as our vanguard, it was the equivalent of throwing wheat at a sickle. We smashed our way through the corridors, leaving only broken bodies behind us as we hurried out of the crypts. I vaguely remembered the path from the last time, which served us well enough as we fought our way to the bottom of a set of wide stairs. As the Huntress took off the head of the last Bind there, I glanced back at the receding tide of undead behind us. I threw a few clumps of black flame to make sure we wouldnt be followed, but in truth they didnt look eager to.

Not a good sign, I admitted to myself as we went up.

Last time Id been here, Id thought it was a beautiful place. The hall was a dome of arches, grey stone rising to support a gallery above, yet the most striking part of it was the ceiling. It was curved, held up by elegant beams of stone, but everything in between was coloured glass. The pieces shone from the light of a sun that did not truly exist, painting stretches of colour on the tiled grey floor. The five of us stumbled out of the side hall panting, all of us scuffed but none wounded, but there would be no relief: just as Id predicted, the enemy had arrived ahead of us. The halls floor had been ripped open, crushed tiles flying everywhere like feathers falling, and out of the deeps the drakon had come.

It was waiting for us, nesting among the broken stone. A forest of sinewy tendrils sprouting from its back had been folded over the spine like wings and a thick, long tail was curving against the crushed statue of some ancient conqueror. The coal-like eyes did not turn towards us, but the weight of the creatures attention was as a weight on our shoulders the Concocter buckled and would have fallen to her knees if not for Alexis catching her arm. My eye narrowed as I took it the shape of it. It felt larger than before, I thought. And more defined. As if it had somehow grown. More than that, the same subtle power I had felt tainting the air below was back.

It felt humid, like it was pressing against your skin in the most disgusting of ways. Like a droplet of water going down your spine, only deep down you knew it was an insect. The drakon was doing something to its surroundings, I thought. Not even going out of its way to do it: existing was enough. And though I couldnt quite tell what it was doing yet, I doubted it would be anything wed enjoy. I cracked my neck, leaning on my staff, and breathed out.

Well, I said, it looks like well be having that fight after all. Hierophant?

Catherine?

Cast, I said. Well buy you as long as we can.

He opened his mouth to answer by unfortunately it seemed that this was as much leeway as the ancient horror was willing to allow us. It began rising on its feet, body writing and sprouting smaller half-aborted limbs before as it did. It swallowed most of them back up into its body, but not all.

Move, I hissed, Ranger drawing her sword as I did.

The Concocter stuck with Masego, since in a fight like this she was near useless, but the rest of us spread out. The Silver Huntress shot towards the stairs thatd lead up to the gallery, a good shooting nest, and Ranger unhurriedly stepped into the open grounds of the hall. As for me, I breathed out and pulled deep on the Night. Sve Noc answered with unstinting hand, coolness raging through my veins and overflowing. It raced down my body, weaving shadow through the Mantle of Woe as I pulled down the hood. I breathed out mist, fingers closing around my staff of dead yew, and let the shadows wreath me whole.

Unsheathing my sword, I stepped into the fight.

The Ranger, huntress of gods and monster, was the first to strike. She moved like a ghost across the broken floor, disturbing not so much as a mote of dust, but the drakon struck just as swiftly. It batted away at her, and when she leapt above the blow snapped forward to swallow her whole only for the Ranger to carve through its head instead, blowing though the tendrils of sinew like a great wind. There were no bones or brains inside, I realized as Rangers strike revealed nothing at all. No head to take, and the drakon seemed indifferent to a blow that would have killed most creatures of Creation. It did not even pause in its assault, wings fluttering as it tried to slap down Ranger.

Too slow, for I wove a tendril of shadow to drag her out of the way and the Silver Huntress loosed an arrow of Light from the upper gallery that burned halfway through the limb. Dropping Ranger when she was two dozen feet above the ground she landed in a smooth crouch I went on the offensive. Probing its defences, I tossed a few balls of blackflame at is sides. Half were blown out by the wings as the drakon turned towards me, but a few landed and I frowned as I looked through eyes of Night at the results. The black flames were burning without actually consuming anything, and soon guttered out without having done much of anything.

That disgusting humid sensation grew stronger, pressing at me from all sides.

Did it get stronger against power it had been attacked with? I couldnt tell from just this and didnt have the time to spare for another try: Id drawn the creatures attention. It moved like the wind, crossing the floor in moments and disdaining the use of claws for its gaping maw. Teeth formed out of bone as the writhing nothing opened, looming above me, and I released the Night I had gathered around myself. Three other Catherine Foundlings legged it in different directions as I backed away under cover of a veil, but the abomination ignored the illusions. Fuck, I eloquently thought as I reached for my sword.

Instead the side of the drakons head was split open by a sword blow, the Ranger attacking from the side even as the Huntress loosed a Light arrow into the head from the other side. Theyd not just struck to save my ass, though I could see from the angle that Alexis had placed her arrow after Ranger struck in an attempt to burn out part of the drakons head. I backed away behind the pillars as the writhing, hollowed head withdrew, jaws snapping at nothing, and saw that a handful of cut-through sinew tendrils had dropped down on the stone. Like the other two I kept an eye on the drakon as I moved, grimacing as I saw that the head was full again in moments.

There would be no shaving away at the monster piece by piece, then. Back to regular violence. Hiding in the shade of the pillars I began to weave a curse, wondering if those might not work better than outright destruction, when I saw someone dash out into the open grounds. The Concocter, I realized as I swore and loosed my curse early. The lash of Night hit the drakons side, and to my pleasant surprise did exactly what Id wanted it to: writhing tendrils went still, locked into place. The Dead King, I realized even as the Silver Huntress peppered the drakons limbs with arrows so it would not splatter Cocky over the ground. The Dead Kings work is the weak point.

The shard of divinity that gave consciousness to this monster wasnt something I could snuff out without preparations, but it was stuck in the contained Neshamah had made for it. And that I could affect. The Concocter ran back in cover, though not before I got a look at what shed been doing: shed cut out a piece of sinew and shoved it into a bottle. Huh. Whether or not thatd end up useful, the Huntress had caught the drakois attention with that last volley: it roared, forcing a wince out of me as panes of painted glass shattered above us. The colourful shards werent just falling, though. As if moved by an invisible hand, they gathered into a ring of hovering glyphs.

I watched, open-mouthed, as the same wards that Hierophant had killed below came back to life around the drakon.

So that was why itd eaten so many of the ward anchors, I realized. It didnt just get stronger against things that had attacked it, it got strong from what it ate. Which was, if I understood correctly the disgusting humid feeling still pressing tight around the Night veiling me, anything around it for long enough. The longer we fought the drakon, the harder it would be for us to harm it. Given long enough, even the strongest workings of Night would barely rate a scratch. It was an absurd thing to contemplate, something like that. Invisibility in the making, if used by even a halfway clever soul. Which is why the Dead King used only a shard of you, imprisoned in a body he controls. Neshamah would keeping it stupid enough it wouldnt be able to break free of its binding, and even then it was a fucking nightmare to deal with.

We couldnt beat this thing, I admitted to myself. Not right now, not with the tools at hand. And stubbornly continuing to fight it would make it harder to put down when we did have the right people there. We need to retreat the moment Masego lands his spell, I thought, looking through an eye at Hierophant. He was still murmuring, one eye closed and the other burning. The Concocter was close by, hidden behind a pillar as she rifled through her bags for something and stared at the piece of the drakon shed snatched. There was no telling when hed be done incanting, I thought, but it had to be soon. Best I prepare for it.

As the drakon began to methodically ravage the upper gallery, tearing through it with a cats cruel laziness, I stepped out in the open and levelled my staff at the abomination.

Were going to retreat, I called out, the moment the spell is done.

That was when it all went wrong. Was it intelligent enough to understand words? Id not thought so, but immediately the drakon stopped trying to flush out the Huntress and instead turned towards where Masego still stood. I swore and shaped a pair of curses before tossing them at the creature. The first was a mixed bag, the sinewy tendrils Id meant to knot up instead melding together and reforming, but the second was an outright loss: the limb Id meant to freeze was barely slowed. It was adapting to Night tricks. I broke into a run even as the drakon slithered towards Hierophant.

Cover, I screamed. Cover him, Merciless Gods!

The Huntress leapt off the edge of the gallery, spear lighting up like a falling star as she cleaved through the drakons wing, but a leg burst out of the abominations side and caught her in the belly. The sound of metal crumpling was heard and she went flying. I cursed again, drawing on my Name to quicken my stride. My leg was throbbing but I grit my teeth and let the pain pass through, getting there about the same time as Ranger did. The Concocter popped out to throw a vial of some liquid that turned to flame on impact but the drakon hardly noticed, smashing the pillar shed been hiding behind and breaking her arm. As well as revealing Masego.

I stood between death and Hierophant, screaming as I called on Night with my sword raised, and Rangers blade cut through the beasts neck though it formed back anew past the cut. I unleashed torrents of black flame into the drakons face, aiming for those buried red eyes, and though I calcinated tendrils I could feel the resistance growing ever stronger until suddenly sorcery bloomed behind me. Through the Night I saw Hierophants eye open and his lips mouth a single word.

Rot.

The drakon shuddered, maw opening, and began to scream. The dead flesh it was made of began to decay and come apart in clumps, and though the abomination grew them back it was writhing in pain as the rot refused to leave its body. Masego slumped, half falling to his knees, and I sheathed my sword to hold him up. The drakon was distracted for now, so we needed to get the Hells out. Only we couldnt, not quickly. The Concocter was trying to get up, cradling her broken bones, and the Huntress was still on the other side of the hall. There were cracks on the pillar where shed landed and she was splayed below, either dead or unconscious. Id need Ranger to-

I found Hye Su already looking at me, face a blank mask, and my stomach clenched. Shed been looking at the same things I did, and had come to the same conclusions. Only she wasnt me, so the decision that followed was different.

It is a battle lost, Ranger said, shaking her head. Survive if you can: I am still owed.

And without another word, she turned her back on us. She was going to leave, to get out while the spell held. I had to push down the urge to set her on fire as she made to leave it wouldnt help and held up Masego as I saw the way the rot was slowing in the abominations body. It was getting used to the spell, we didnt have long left.

Get the Concocter out, I ordered Hierophant. Ill pick up the Huntress.

Only the drakon roared again, and as I covered my ears the rotting parts of it were shed to the ground. Ember-red eyes turned towards us and my stomach clenched as I reached for the Night. I wouldnt be able to get everyone out. It struck and I-

Thats a lot more tentacles than anyone should be comfortable with.

And I felt my shoulder loosen as the limb that should have swept through all three of us was instead split in half, Indrani sliding down its length and landing on her feet. She took a few steps back, looking almost drunk, then spat to the side as the drakon put itself back together.

Youre late, I said.

Indrani snorted.

Had to take the long way around, she replied. Shiny Boots was already knocking at the front doors.

Another roar shook the hall, the drakon furious at the continued interruptions.

Ill forgive you this time, I conceded.

She hummed, twirling her longknives thoughtfully.

The Lady bailed on you, yeah?

Just about, I grunted back.

Wed bargained for her to lead us into Keter by the secret way, not fight by our side, so in truth she hadnt broken our agreement. But shed abandoned us nonetheless.

Isnt that something, Indrani murmured.

I could See it, through my dead eye. The way the weight shifted, the story moved. Two claims had been competing, and while one had been stronger than the other it was also not there and the story still wanted a Role to be played.

It was mine to have anyway, Indrani decided. My friends to keep alive. My family to protect.

And with that last step in the journey, it all fell into place perfectly. The Ranger fought monsters, but the Ranger had fled and monsters were still being fought.

If she throws away the fight, then its mine to pick up, Indrani said. So how does the line go again? Ah, yes.

She straightened, meeting the drakons burning ember eyes.

I am the Ranger, she said, and made it true. I hunt those worth hunting. Tremble, for you qualify.

And in a blur of movement she was gone. I nudged Masego towards the Concocter he could set the bone and heal it and went to circle around the broken hall as Indrani fought toe to toe with a horror out of legend. She moved like the wind, never where the drakon struck as it tore through the hall in growing frustration. The Ranger carved through sinew and bone, shattered claws and laughed as the drakon roared its impotent wrath. Like a bull trying to swat a hornet, it missed again and again as she stung from every direction.

I reached the Silver Huntress and found to my relief that she was not dead. Unconscious and her skull had been rattled, but it took more than that to kill a Named. I dragged her back into consciousness and stopped the bleeding out of her forehead wound but her eyes were still unfocused as she got on her feet. To get her back fighting fit wed need a priest, much as I hated to admit it. My eye went back to Indrani, who was impossibly holding her own against the abomination. A Names never stronger than when it comes into being, I reminded myself.

I watched as she laughed and toyed with a dead god, knowing that it was beautiful but it could not last. That first burst of strength would fade, and when it did the situation would turn against us. We needed to get out while we still could, I thought as I guided Alexis across the room. Towards the same threshold that Hye Su had left through. As if to crown my worries, the drakon finally landed a blow on Indrani. Shed blocked it, so it snapped one of her blades instead of her bones. It still tossed her back, sliding along the ground until she stood near where Masego and Cocky had gotten to.

Indrani, I shouted, we need to leave. Move the fight elsewhere.

She didnt look happy, but she didnt argue. I could See how her Name was pulling at her to finish the fight, to pursue the moment it had coalesced through to the end, but she was a stubborn soul and she knew her limits. Shed fight off the influence. And now that she and Hye Su had played out their parts of the story that left only

Ill handle the rearguard, the Ranger shouted. You go on-

The drakon went still. A heartbeat later, its wings slid to the floor. I almost laughed at the absurdity of the sight.

Go, I shouted back. Its handled.

She spat angrily to the side, but did not refuse the order. She dragged Masego and Cocky along, heading for the door. I pushed on the Silver Huntress as well, who while still dazed was still fast on her feet, and within moments I was the only human left in the hall. The drakons gaze slowly swept the hall, coming to rest on me, and when the full weight of its attention solidified I had to let out a breath. My knees were shaking.

Then the drakons head rolled on the floor.

It decated to nothing as another grew back, but now before the towering monster a lone silhouette stood. It was tall and thin, holding in its hand a sword of made of wood. The drakon reared up, roar filling the air, and then its head rolled on the floor again. And its limbs, and its tail. They sprouted back, the abominations entire body writhing angrily, but it looked taken aback. As suddenly as a match lit nine of the Emerald Swords surrounded it in a loose ring, silent as the grave. The disgusting miasma in the air slid off them like water off a ducks back.

It wont work, I croaked out. You cant kill it for good with swords.

Then someone was standing next to me, the elfs eyes contemptuous.

We are, they said, the Emerald Swords.

It was said like a simple truth, like a sentence passed.

If it cannot be slain for good, the elf told me, then we will keep slaying it until the Last Dusk.

The words were said without so much as a speck of doubt. In the distance, the drakons head and limbs dropped again.

Leave, Warden, the elf said. Our debt must be repaid.

I hesitated for a moment, wondering if perhaps the monster could be put down for good, but then I recognized that for the vanity it was. Wounded pride my plans had not been enough to stop the Dead Kings own. So instead I inclined my head, as much in thanks as acknowledgement, and broke into a run to catch up with the others. Named were dying ahead of us, my own had told me. The fight to end all this awaited.

And as I passed the threshold, the Intercessor began to sing.