Lindon focused his authority on the Dreadgod’s hand to give Ziel an exit…but he barely had to wish it before the walls blurred and a pair of doors appeared. There were only two openings: one in the wall, leading forward and down, and another in the ceiling.
“I’d feel at ease if you told me that was you,” Yerin said.
Lindon shook his head. He stared at the exit, and he wasn’t the only one. The spiritual sensations from above were clear. Not only did that lead back, but it led out. It was a straight shot back to the surface.
“Huh,” Ziel said. “This is probably a trap.”
Then he leaped out of the room.
“Good-bye!” Mercy called after him.
They all expected the way out to vanish as soon as Ziel left the room, but it lingered. It stayed long enough that they all felt it when Ziel left, because they got a sudden taste of spiritual power from the outside.
All their expressions changed at the same time, as they all sensed the same thing.
There was a war out there.
Great powers clashed in the world above, so many that it was difficult for Lindon to sort them. Sacred Valley—if they were still in Sacred Valley—was no longer a battlefield for Irons and Jades. Heralds fought up there, and Sages.
And Monarchs.
Mercy’s face was pale, and she gripped Suu. “That’s my mother.”
“And she’s not playing alone,” Yerin said grimly.
“Oh my, it is a party.” Eithan cocked his head as though listening. “How did the Eight-Man Empire make it all the way here? And the Dreadgod cults? If he brought House Shen as well…”
Lindon passed a hand over his face. Of course. If Reigan Shen had come here, he would have brought his forces in reserve.
“How strong is House Shen, Eithan?” Lindon asked.
“I’ll put it to you this way: Reigan Shen’s decision to compete in the Uncrowned King tournament as the patron of the Dreadgod cults was only unexpected because he had a perfectly viable team before. They’re at least the match of any other Monarch faction, but it is…not simple to bring them here. He must have spent quite the fortune.”
“We need answers,” Lindon said. His perception remained in the still-open passageway to the surface, and he weighed the dilemma in his mind.
Should they all go back?
They could report Reigan Shen’s actions to the Monarchs, who were surely more qualified to stop him, and then they could join the fight. At the very least, they could help suppress House Shen, and Lindon was very concerned about the fate of the Blackflame Empire.
They were not too far away, in the grand scheme of things. If Monarchs started fighting directly, then the Empire was still within Striker range.
But that meant giving up on the full story of the Dreadgods.
It meant giving up on the potential prizes, like Ozriel’s Soulsmith inheritance. That could be the key to fixing Dross.
And it meant letting Reigan Shen do as he wished down here.
“I’ll go,” Mercy said heavily. “I think I have to.”
“They can’t make you,” Yerin said. “As long as we have a voice, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
Mercy leaned on her staff as she looked upward. “Do you know how bad I’d feel if something happened to the Blackflame Empire while I’m stuck down here?”
Yerin tried to speak, but she was clearly stumped. If Lindon knew her, he suspected she was thinking along the same lines herself.
Mercy gave everybody an encouraging smile. “Sorry I can’t help, everyone! But don’t worry, I can take care of what’s happening up there!”
She leaped up after Ziel.
But Lindon was still connected to the authority of the labyrinth, and he could feel where she went. She was only seconds behind him, but he had emerged miles away, and she was right above them. Was that Subject One’s trap?
“And then there were three,” Eithan murmured.
[Three humans,] Dross agreed. […and one almighty mind-spirit.]
Outside the labyrinth, Ziel was spat out into a filthy cave, half-ruined by some earthquake. Or, more likely, the Wandering Titan.
He emerged to feel the chaos of battle all around, and the mobile headquarters of the Dreadgod cults high above.
“Why did he send me so far away?” Ziel muttered.
But there was no sense complaining. For once, he had a job to do. Ziel leaned the hammer on his shoulder and began to hike.
20
The sensations from outside had gone away, as evidently Mercy had sealed the door behind her, but the labyrinth still didn’t shift.