“
I’m Lieutenant Crylos,” he said, and he shook everyone’s hand in turn. “Sergeant Ankharra is busy divining for any obvious signs of recent disturbances in this area. Thus far we haven’t turned anything up, but give us time. We’re good at finding trouble.”
“
This should be a match made in heaven, then,” Cross laughed. “You served with Sergeant Stone in Scorpion Company, right?”
“
I did,” Crylos nodded. “Good man. Sorry to hear about what happened to him. I’ve heard a lot about
you
, Cross.”
Cross couldn’t decide if the fact that he had a reputation was a good thing or a bad thing.
“
Where’s the rest of your Company?” Ramsey asked.
“
Patrolling near Saarn. That’s actually where the entire Company was bound for when we received orders to come and help you.” Crylos looked at Cross, clearly assuming the warlock was in charge. “What are we expecting, exactly? All we were told was that there was something of import in these ruins, and that agents of the Black Circle were looking for it, as well.”
“
We
hope
that the Black Circle is all we have to deal with,” Cross said grimly. “We may have vampires on our tail. Or worse.”
“
Excellent,” Crylos nodded. His face was almost expressionless. Cross couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic, or if he really was excited about the notion of facing vampires. He decided Crylos would make a terrific poker player.
Black, Cole and Kane all kept surprisingly quiet. Ekko kept her hood drawn, as they'd agreed she would. Cross and Black had both used basic thaumaturgic currents to help mask her presence from top-down vampire detection measures. Since Ekko wasn't a full vampire, she’d remain undetected unless someone specifically searched the exact spot where she stood. The implications of what might happen if Ekko's nature was discovered was more than Cross wanted to think about, as was the notion of having to convince Crylos that it was okay that they had a vampire on their side. There were some things that were all but unheard of to the average Southern Claw soldier, and the notion of working with the undead was one of them.
Funny how much I've changed
, Cross thought.
I used to think like that, too. Maybe everything would be easier if I still did.
“
That's kind of rare, isn't it?” Cross asked Crylos. “For a witch to be an officer?”
“
Ankharra is one of the few,” Crylos nodded.
“
I think I've found something,” Ankharra said, right on cue. Crylos nodded for everyone to convene at the map. Harsh winter wind cut through the tent as the flap opened and a handful of other officers joined them.
Ankharra briefly surveyed the new arrivals. She was a lean and handsome woman with dark and exotic eyes and full black lips. Cross felt her spirit, raw and male and filled with primal hunter power. His spirit felt largely insignificant next to Ankharra’s. Worse, he felt
Black's
spirit test Ankharra's. Two male spirits in the same area was always dangerous. The level of anger and aggression was so thick that Cross nearly choked on it.
“
Danica Black?” Ankharra said with a mean-spirited smile. “It’s been a long time. I'm surprised they let you out of your dungeon.”
“
I'm surprised
you
can even survive in this climate,” Black smiled back. “Don't reptiles need to bathe in sunlight to stay warm?”
Kane laughed, and he clawed the air and made a sound like a hissing cat.
“
Anyways...” Crylos interrupted.
“
There are arcane trace elements near this Tower,” Ankharra said. She pointed with a dark fingernail to a spot on the map.
“
Is that it?” Cross asked. Cole stepped up. She had to study the entire map for a moment to gather her bearings.
“
Yes,” she said. “That’s it.”
“
Most of the energy is residual,” Ankharra continued. “It’s maybe a week or two old. But something
has
occurred near that tower, as recently as yesterday morning.”
“
Like what?” Cross asked.
“
And you are?” Ankharra asked him pointedly. Cross saw Crylos give her a look, but he shook his head, and smiled.
“
Asking you a question,” Cross answered. “What sort of activity?”
Ankharra regarded him a moment, and then smiled back.
“
It’s focused destructive power, for the most part. Channeled fire, large scale explosions squeezed into tight spaces…things like that.”
Cross and Black exchanged glances. The Revenger nodded.
“
The Black Circle,” he said. “They’re blasting. They think they’ve found her, and now they’re trying to get
to
her.”
“
Well?” Crylos asked.
Cross ran his hand over his face. Even with the small amount of rest he’d gotten on the airship, he felt as though he hadn’t slept for days. His stomach was tight with worry, his nerves were on edge, and he had trouble focusing his eyes on anything for more than a few seconds without getting dizzy.
We are so close
, he thought.
So close to ending this…but now, more than ever, we have to stay alert, and we have to be ready.
“
We’d better get rolling,” he said.
“
What do you need from us?” Crylos asked.
“
More than anything, I need you to keep Karamanganji secure, if that’s possible.”
Besides the threat of vampires coming after them – not to mention the Sleeper, which Claw Company could do little against – there was no telling what else might stalk the ruins of the ice city. They were deep in Gorgoloth territory, and depending on which rumor one heard there could be anything from Regost wanderers to Cruj scavengers traipsing through the icicle necropolis.
“
We could use one squad with a vehicle as backup, in case these Black Circle fruit loops are waiting for us,” Ramsey said. “Our intelligence on them is shaky, at best.”
“
What
do
we know about them?” Crylos asked.
“
They’re bad guys,” Kane said.
“
That’s it?” Crylos laughed.
“
Um…they’re
really
bad guys,” Kane said.
“
That about sums it up,” Cross said with a smile, and he looked at Crylos. “Good enough?”
“
Good enough,” the Lieutenant nodded.
Even though Crylos offered Cross and his “specialist team” a Southern Claw Bloodhawk warship to use in place of what Kane referred to as their “beat-up vampire jalopy”, Cross refused. Their purloined ship worked just fine, and Cross didn't want to dip into Claw Company resources any more than he had to. He was already wracked with worry over how many losses Crylos might suffer before it was all over, and he would do his best to minimize those losses any way that he could.
Cross was also surprised when absolutely every member of his new and makeshift team insisted on going right into the heart of danger, though he knew he shouldn't have been. He, Black and Ekko had no choice, and Cole and Kane would do what they could to keep their lovers safe.
Who surprised him was Ramsey. Even though the Gol had made his status as a non-combatant crystal clear, he also insisted that he tag along.
“
Are you sure?” Cross asked once more. It had stopped snowing, and the wind was gone. The white landscape was cold and still. Deep blue mist slid down the face of Mount Karamanganji, while the city itself stood silent and stoic, a dingy glacial metropolis, frozen like a photograph.
They stood just inside of the ship. Their escort, a Bloodhawk, waited close by, it's half-dozen soldiers armed and waiting.
“
Of course I'm sure,” Ramsey said. “Trust me, Cross...I don't make decisions lightly.”
“
You've already done plenty...”
“
And yet the most important bits are the ones we're just now getting to.” Ramsey crossed his arms. “I just destroyed years of work I’d spent infiltrating the Ebon Cities bureaucracy to get you and your people out. And I condemned hundreds of prisoners to die the moment that I let that damned shadow know where you were.”
Cross swallowed. He hadn't thought much about that, or about what Ramsey had been through. He couldn't begin to imagine what the Gol had endured in order to prove his loyalty to the vampires, or what evils he'd witnessed and turned a blind eye towards so that he could go on doing good later. And the end to that luminous career had been to let a city full of prisoners die, many of which must have been Southern Claw. Those deaths were on Ramsey’s conscience.
And mine
, he thought.
“
If anyone deserves to see this through to its end, it's you,” he said. He held out a hand to Ramsey. The Gol regarded it for a moment with his glazed eyes, but just nodded.
“
Let's shake when this is over,” he said, and he stepped up the ramp and onto the stolen vampire ship.
Cross watched the Bloodhawk as its turbines warmed up. It was a smaller vessel, built for speed and maneuverability, with heavy chain guns mounted on top in an old-fashioned ball turret. The man in charge of the ship, Harker, gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up. Cross returned the favor, adjusted the straps on his borrowed Southern Claw uniform, and turned to step inside the vampire vessel.
Just around the edge of the ship, hidden from view, were Kane and Ekko. They held each other close. Cross walked on, not wanting to intrude, but the bond between he and Ekko was still there, and though that connection had faded, it was impossible to ignore just then.
He felt their words.
I Love You. I’ll always be with you, no matter what happens.
They were Kane’s. They were sincere, and warm, and yet leaden with sadness and regret. Kane choked on them.
He felt Ekko’s emotions, muted though they were now due to her newfound cursed state. He felt regret cut across her still beating heart like a hot blade, felt it sear and score her insides. He saw memories, flashing images of she and Kane together, little moments, most of them desperate, most of them on the run or fighting for their lives, imprisoned, separated, waiting to be together.
They were apart again. And even as close as they stood now, the chances of their ever bridging the gulf that separated them were next to impossible, and they both knew it.
For a moment, Cross had to stop, nearly crushed with grief. Ekko was no longer capable of shedding tears, so Cross, whether he wanted to or not, did it for her.
He gathered himself, and boarded the ship.
NINETEEN
ASH
The vampire airship flew in low over the frozen city. Shards of ice flaked off in the arctic wind. The air was littered with those blue-white crystals, and a frozen fog drifted up from the city like columns of wintery chimney smoke. Karamanganji's structures were tall and thin and widely spaced apart, so the city streets appeared open and stark. Fountains of frozen water stood near every major intersection.
The Krul warship trailed the better-armed Southern Claw Bloodhawk. Cold radiated up from the frozen streets. The breath of those inside the vessel frosted in the air. They sat huddled together, and their bodies slid or bounced into one another every time that Ekko had to take a steep turn or change altitude.
No one spoke.
The Bone Towers, as they were known, had been so named because of the blanched quality of the stone and ice that encased them. There were only three such towers, spaced in a triangular pattern near the center of Karamanganji. The Tower’s bladed belfries faced the center of the city and one another, like a tribunal of petrified hawks, and each had a stout stone keep at its base.
No one had any idea what lay within the Towers, because no one had ever gained access. It was considered unsafe to use explosives to aid in the exploration of Karamanganji, as the damage caused would be impossible to repair, and besides would prove incredibly dangerous to explorers, as well. It was widely agreed that bringing the city quite literally crashing down was hardly conducive to effective exploration.
“
It should be the northernmost tower,” Cole said. It was the first words spoken by anyone in the vampire ship since it had taken off.
They saw just enough through the cracked window to marvel at the height of the frozen towers as the vessel wove its way through an urban forest of ice and pale stone. Nearly invisible runes had been cast on many of the structures.
“
It's amazing,” Black said, “that all of this has stood here for so long, and yet we still know next to nothing about it.”
Karamanganji's durability was indeed a marvel. The site radiated power, which was why, even though it was often explored, it was also respected, and never harmed. Even the savage Gorgoloth, the most enumerate and destructive race in the region, seemed reluctant to do damage to the frozen city.
That reluctance, it seemed, was not shared by the Black Circle.