Farther along now, Nathaniel first flew upward and then dove down, making us harder to hit. The ground rushed below us. Through my connections, I could feel the others spreading out along the perimeter line, all together. That had been the plan, hit them as a unit. A good plan, ensuring their forces couldn’t overwhelm us, but a slow plan because the gargoyles had to keep pace with the running shifters and basajaunak. Still, they should be here shortly.
The blue still throbbed. The yellow darkened, heading toward orange.
I had to find those mages! Where the hell were they?
A thought occurred to me. What if they were ducked down near the blue line, and I was only noticing the mercenaries because of their larger stature? Or hell, maybe they were covered in sheets. I had to get closer. Better yet, if I got on the other side of that sheen, I couldn’t be trapped within it. I’d have more time.
I tore away from Nathanial and angled up, driving high to cross over. The sheen curved upward, preventing me from getting as high as I would’ve otherwise flown. Nathanial grabbed me for a boost of speed, and we hit the curve.
Pain screamed across the parts of me that touched the dome. A clear, agonizing barrier, it had a
somewhat solid feeling. Nathanial grunted in pain, his skin sizzling. His arms went limp, and I dropped like a stone. My left wing ached from where it had touched the dome, still working but at a cost. Nathanial flapped, lowering in the sky as the blasts from guns cut all around us.
I grabbed him this time, trying to get him farther away, the equivalent of limping through the air. A blast hit my leg. Another got me in the side before I covered us with a magical deflective layer. I struggled to keep going, healing as fast as I could, drifting farther into the darkness.
That barrier reminded me of the time I’d been trapped under a mountain with Dave guarding me.
The spell dividing the cave from the outside had been so intense that it had burned off all Austin’s and my skin, and I’d blacked out for two days because of the pain. It hadn’t been solid, though. That meant this spell would take longer for me to pass through—allowing it to cripple my ability to fly. To stay conscious.
It wasn’t just dread that coursed through me this time. It was a primal, mortal fear. I’d need to get through that barrier and take down their mages, but doing so would likely strip me of my wings. I’d be a sitting duck on the other side, open to their attack, unable to effectively defend myself. Essentially, I’d be giving my life to tear down that spell.
THIRTY-FOUR
Jessie
I SENT a peal of magic to my crew. Hurry up!
I needed cover, and I needed it fast. The yellow sheen had completely given way to orange now, glowing brightly; the blue in the ground was still throbbing, nowhere near blinking out. I dropped to the ground with Nathanial and left him there, heading back up to the barrier and hitting it with magic.
Trying to see if my power could break through.
My spell disappeared into the sheen, glowing a little as it spread out, adding to the energy. Crap.
That wasn’t good. Sebastian hadn’t mentioned anything about that.
Another spell, another tactic. Same effect. One more, then I stopped. I couldn’t keep adding to their work, and I didn’t have the experience to figure out a workaround. Hopefully Sebastian could.
He was probably muttering, “Think through it, think it through.”
The sky lit with the coming dawn. Specks dotted the open space behind me, the gargoyles flying in. The shifters would be below them. Thunder rolled, Hollace, and a streak of fire headed toward me. Cyra.
She’d cracked one of Sebastian and my defense domes like an egg that one time. Maybe she could help here. Hopefully she didn’t just lend them energy.
I thought of the others, Tristan especially. He wouldn’t be as affected by the magic. Maybe it wouldn’t destroy his wings to break through. He could also withstand mages firing spells at him.
He couldn’t withstand the blaster guns, though. We’d tried. Those punched into him like they did any other gargoyle, and if he were left alone on the other side, he’d be overwhelmed.
I swore, the words garbled and unsatisfying. Freaking Momar had come prepared, I’d say that much.
Nathanial met me, following my lead as I flew parallel to the sheen again. More blasts came, these better aimed. Dawn was probably just around the corner. I’d wasted too much time getting the lay of the land. I needed to make a move.
The troops existed in clusters I could now see, shoulder to shoulder in their groups, each group evenly spaced to cover parts of the circle. No one would get through the gaps without heavy fire.