Do we have enough power for this?
:More than enough, my king.: Amon’s laugh held bright fury, sharp as starlight. :More than enough.:
Alan smiled, that same fury burning through his veins. Because this… this was as dark and twisted an anomaly in the rukh as ever Balbadd had been under the Empire, and he heard the souls of those lost and destroyed crying out for an ending.
No one human left alive in there, he realized, sweeping Amon’s sense of fire rukh through the tower for any last flames of life. Just those… things.
Yeah. Because Callimachus might be a cruel bastard of an alchemist, but he was right. They couldn’t just leave these Life-warping crazies asleep and walk away.
But there’s more than one way to stop them.
Alan raised the black sword high, feeling the seal of the rukh blaze into existence about them. “Spirit of Politeness and Austerity, thou who gives power to kings, bring forth the great hellfire that judges the earth!”
Small hands, shaking Callimachus in death’s grip. “Wake up. Wake up,” Aladdin insisted. “You need to see this.”
So tired. But he tried to blink anyway, because Phaenomena had sucked in a breath beside him, and his compatriot hadn’t even done that for a dragon-
The Fire Prince stood in the sky, an eight-pointed star of magic blazing gold around him. Magma-black and red flames strode through the seal in the shape of a titan of fire, lava-sword blazing as the Fire Prince struck down–