As the dust slowly settled, the watchers on the sea saw that the landscape of Hybardin's waterfront had been drastically changed. What had once been a region of warehouses and docks was now buried under mounds of rubble that jutted like hills and mountains across a landscape of utter destruction. Here and there antlike dwarves scrambled across the wreckage, but these seemed dazed and hesitant, no longer vigorous warriors in the midst of a campaign.

"Get me back to Daerforge immediately." Darkend didn't recognize his own voice as he directed orders at the coxswain of his own boat. His face was pale with shock and uncertainty.

"As you command, lord." The dwarf immediately set his crew to rowing. If any of them wondered about the propriety of their leader deserting his army on the crumbling shore of Hybardin, they were smart enough to keep such thoughts to themselves. A temporary retreat made sense to everybody.

The sea was smoother once they pulled away from the Life-Tree, though high waves rolled past at measured intervals. Such waves were heretofore virtually unknown on the Urkhan Sea, and their surging rhythm added to the growing sense of fear. Fortunately, the crew was skilled and seasoned enough to keep their bearings, and very little water spilled over the gunwales as the boat pitched and churned across the surface. The rowers drove hard, but it was a long voyage, made eerily longer by the group's silence and the flashes of light that regularly pierced the comforting darkness.

At last they neared Daerforge, and the thane saw with dismay that parts of his own realm had suffered destruction, though not on the scale that had struck Hybardin. There were no longer any signs of the creatures who had caused the damage, and repairs were already under way here and there. As they drew closer he looked up at the cliff, saw that the twin towers of his sister's manor still stood watch, and wondered about his own palace. Had the creatures struck Daerbardin too or just the cities on the lake? He would have to wait to find out.

As the thane peered at a small section of waterfront buildings, he realized that they had been knocked down by forces of amazing strength and violence. Walls had been flattened and iron beams twisted into knots. He shivered, strangely exhilarated by evidence of such overwhelming power. Who, or what, had invaded Thorbardin?

He would have to confer with others and ponder his next move before regrouping and returning to Hybardin. In the meantime it was important that he show no signs of indecision or weakness. He was still the thane of the Daegar, after all, and still determined to conquer the city of the Hylar.

Regaining his composure, Darkend accepted no help as they pulled ashore at the wharf. Instead he scrambled ahead and began to issuing orders.

"Get back to the Hylarhome. See that our positions are held and the attack pressed while I collect further reinforcements!"

"Aye, lord," the coxswain assented, but he couldn't help but looking disappointed at his orders. He cast off in haste with a longing look at the shore of his homeland. The other dark dwarf faces were likewise forlorn.

Once on the dock, Darkend had to wait only a short time before a shadowy figure in a black robe emerged from a pile of rubble and debris. At first Darkend tensed, not recognizing the newcomer and was suddenly aware that he was without his usual phalanx of guards.

"You should take better care of yourself, my lord." Slickblade's voice was an unmistakable hiss, though Darkend could not recognize the face of the speaker within the deep-hooded robe. "There are known ruffians about."

"Indeed," the thane replied dryly. "But tell me, what news of events in my cities? Tell me of this mysterious scourge. How was it manifested in Daerforge? And did it strike Daerbardin as well?"

"Your city here fares well enough. A few houses were taken down, and there is wreckage such as this throughout the city. As to things inland, there has been no word of occurrences there. Aside from the fiery dragons you no doubt observed, the attackers were strange creatures, cold and dark as our own shadows. They killed some, but no one seems to remember much about the fallen. It is as though the killing takes all thoughts, all memories of the slain when their life essence is destroyed."

"But the monsters did not stay in our city?"

"No. It seems that they move through air and water with equal ease. Those that struck Daerforge soon moved into the lake. They seem to be gathering in the direction of the Life-Tree."

"And what of the fiery dragons?"

"We saw some over the sea," replied Slickblade. "One of them came to Daerforge, bored a tunnel that destroyed a few smithies and apartments, then emerged into the air again and-I am happy to say-flew away."

"This may yet become a matter we can turn to our own ends," Darkend speculated. "But I must know more about these strange beasts. What are their origins, their nature, and their ultimate intentions?"

"I am not privy to these facts, but there may be one in Daerforge who could answer your questions."

"Speak."

"Ironically enough, he is your own nephew, come here upon the orders of his father, the Hylar thane. He was sent to carry word to you about this mysterious threat. A 'Storm of Chaos,' so he said."

"Where is he?"

"It seems that he went to his mother's house. Garimeth Bellowsmoke drugged him and imprisoned him there, ensuring that he could not bring his message to you."

"What?" The thane's pulse raced with the news, the familiar sensation of betrayal rising to create a red film over his vision. His sister would be tortured and executed according to an excruciating method.

Yet at the same time he had to admire her deviousness. Garimeth had made herself invaluable to him, had presented him with real intelligence about the Hylar defenses, and had assured him that the Hylar army was absent for an extended interval. For some reason she must have decided to conceal the true reason for that absence. Darkend was impressed by her ruthless tactics. She even betrayed her own offspring! If the opportunity arose, she wouldn't think twice about betraying a brother. What was her ultimate goal?

"Your information is good?" he asked Slickblade.

Slickblade sniffed disdainfully. "You don't need to ask that. But yes, drawn from a source within her very house. And there is more, as well."

"More?" Darkend was truly curious.

"I have learned within the past hours that your sister's plan has miscarried. Her son, held prisoner in the house of his mother, has escaped."

"No!" The thane forced a chuckle, but the sound was dry and menacing, utterly devoid of any humor. "That is not good news. Especially for my sister. She will have much to explain, much to account for."

Darkend took a deep breath, bringing his raging emotions under control only with great difficulty. He trusted no one, expecting duplicity and betrayal at every turn, and yet the fierce urge for vengeance was almost overwhelming.

But finally he calmed himself.

Across the water he could see the inverted mountain of the Life-Tree, crackling with spots of flame, dripping and glowing and shimmering. More boats were making their way back to Daerforge, some of them pretty banged up. All were filled with cowed and bedraggled Daergar. Dark-end was certain that the survivors among his landing force were holding on to their position in Hybardin. But how many had survived? How many had avoided being crushed by the massive rockfall?

These cowards currently arriving would be sent back to the fray, packed into boats, and he would lead them toward the foe, toward ultimate victory.

But first he had a personal matter to take care of.

"Come, Slickblade," he said in a voice that was a lethal whisper. "Let us pay a call to the house of Garimeth Bellowsmoke."