The barbarian pulled his dagger blade from the chest of the last man standing and let the body fall, life fading. The silence was palpable, broken only by the sounds of hard breathing. His whole body ached. Blood ran from six separate cuts; the worst of them, on his chest, stung with his sweat.

‘We should move,’ said The Unknown, though the set of his body suggested he desired anything but.

Blood smeared his face and body, most of it not his own. He supported an angry wound below one ear and his arms were blood-slick and crisscrossed with cuts. Next to him, Darrick’s face was ashen beneath the red spatters, one hand pressing hard on his hip. Rebraal looked to be in a state of shock, though it could have been purely surprise that they had survived.

Auum picked his way quickly through the covering of corpses and fatally wounded on the floor.

‘Denser?’

Hirad pointed to the research room and followed the TaiGethen with his gaze. He strode up to Denser, grabbed his arm and pointed up the stairs.

‘Evunn,’ he said by way of explanation.

‘What?’ Denser looked up sharply from smoothing Erienne’s hair, irritated at the interruption.

‘Please?’ Auum frowned and sighed. He called for Rebraal and snapped out a stream of elvish. Something in his voice pricked Hirad’s attention, Rebraal was already heading for the stairs.

‘It’s Evunn,’ he said for Denser’s benefit. ‘He’s been hit by a spell.’

‘He’s not the only one,’ said Hirad grimly.

‘No, but he’s alive. Auum says his mind is gone.’

‘Oh no,’ muttered Denser. He hurried out of the research room. ‘Bastards, that’s cruel.’

‘What is it?’ Hirad found it all bemusing. It was all he could do to remain standing. His legs were shaking. He leaned against a wall.

‘MindMelt,’ said Denser. ‘Got to be.’

Auum followed him out, Hirad touched his arm and indicated the charred remains of the elves by the door. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said.

There was the faintest flicker in the elf’s eyes and a tightening of the muscles in his face through his smeared paint. Auum glanced up the stairs to see Duele and Rebraal with Denser. He walked slowly towards the bodies, Hirad indicating that Darrick should give him room. For a few moments he stood looking down at them, hunched in the attitudes of their deaths. The FlameOrbs had consumed them, six TaiGethen and two Al-Arynaar mages. They were blackened beyond recognition, fused together, clothing and flesh burned away exposing bone and sinew.

Reverently, Auum knelt by each one, placing a hand on the head, speaking a few words and kissing the lipless mouth. When he turned and rose, Hirad caught the grief and fury in his eyes as he swept past and back up to Evunn.

‘We aren’t safe here,’ said Myx, appearing at one of the drawing-room doors, leaning heavily on Sian’erei.

Hirad’s sarcastic retort stopped at his lips. One half of Myx’s face was burned and blistered, one eye swollen shut. His armour was shredded down the same side and blood oozed through the rents. He winced as he breathed and the air dragged over scorched lungs. The barbarian nodded and offered his support, freeing Sian.

‘Thraun, you all right to carry Erienne?’ he asked.

Thraun nodded, blood dripping from his nose, and limped back into the research room. There was a dark stain on his trousers just below the right knee. Hirad watched him pick up Erienne before turning himself and starting up the stairs.

‘Tell me we’re close to the way out,’ he said.

‘No,’ said Myx. ‘They knew we would come this way if I was with you and they will know where I am headed. But, if we hurry, we might get there before they catch up with us again.’

Hirad raised his eyebrows. ‘We aren’t in a fit state to go far.’

‘There is nowhere else,’ said Myx. ‘This is your only chance.’ He coughed, face screwing up, the air misting red in front of him.

‘Hang in there, Myx.’

Approaching the end of the landing, voices were raised. Auum was remonstrating with Denser, Rebraal trying to translate as best he could.

‘Tell him I can’t just fix him. It’s not that simple,’ said Denser.

‘He says your mages made him this way and you can put it right,’ responded Rebraal.

‘Maybe. But not here and not now.’ Denser’s face was reddening, his temper at breaking point.

Auum reacted angrily to his statement, jabbing a finger back towards the hallway. The Unknown increased his pace.

‘Hey!’ he said. ‘Enough. All of you.’ Whatever it was in his tone, it transcended language barriers. ‘Thank you. Now, Denser, is he dying?’

‘He’s not in immediate danger, no.’

‘Is he deteriorating?’

‘Slowly.’

‘Are a few hours going to make any difference?’

‘Not really.’

‘Right.’ The Unknown looked squarely at Auum. ‘Rebraal, translate this, it’s the final word. We can’t help Evunn now but he isn’t going to die. We will carry him out like we will carry Erienne. But if we don’t move right away, none of us will get out. So we are going. Now. Myx, which way?’

‘Follow me.’ Myx and Hirad, moving quickly together now, walked ahead and turned right at the end of the landing and down to the blank wall. Myx reached into what transpired to be an illusion and slid back a panel. ‘New building going on. If Dystran doesn’t come through this way, it’ll save us some time.’

The light was poor but was enough to walk by. Every surface was rugged and unfinished, the curve of the tunnels often not far above their heads. Myx had to stoop. In places, chambers had been completed, but elsewhere all that could be seen were marks on the bare walls.

The lattice was uncomplicated thus far with little more than the major corridors fashioned. Myx took them in more or less a straight line, angling down then back up. It was a walk that had no discernible end and Hirad’s nervousness grew with his awareness of their vulnerability.

One arm around Myx’s waist to support the struggling Protector, Hirad carried his blade in the other. He tried to ignore the pain firing across his chest while concentrating on listening hard for sounds ahead and treating every turn and crossing as a potential ambush.

But it was difficult to maintain, this made more so by their pace which slowed remorselessly. Myx’s breathing was truly tortured, his legs more badly burned than he wanted to let show. Thraun, with Erienne in his arms and refusing to pass her to The Unknown, limped badly. Darrick was forced to lean on Rebraal, his hip bleeding steadily. And the surviving TaiGethen carried their sick brother between them. Only Denser and Sian were uninjured though Hirad could only guess at what was going through their minds.

The corridors became progressively darker and somewhere ahead, water was dripping, both factors evidence of spells decaying. Apparently, work was suspended now the war was on. Abruptly, Myx stumbled and fell to his knees, gasping, his armour pulling across his burns.

‘Come on, big fella,’ said Hirad, ignoring the fresh blood from his chest while he half dragged the Protector upright.

‘Just a moment,’ said Myx, his voice hoarse.

Hirad feared for him. It wasn’t his legs that had caused him to stumble. His breath was short and agonised, his face covered in sweat and his body carried a tremble. Behind them, Auum spoke and Rebraal translated.

‘We are pursued.’

‘Shit,’ managed Myx. ‘It’s Dystran. It has to be.’ He pushed himself on, breaking into a half-trot. ‘Not far. Come on.’

He was ahead of Hirad, using the wall to propel himself along. The Raven ran blind behind him, knowing that if he fell, they were lost. Hirad didn’t know how many turns they made, he couldn’t gauge the slopes they travelled, he lost count of the side passages they crossed. Head down, every pace pulling at his wounds, he ran, looking behind him to check his friends were all with him when he trusted himself not to fall. He couldn’t hear the pursuit but the haunted look on Rebraal’s face told him it wasn’t far enough behind.