Thamos shook his head. ‘That only creates an impasse. There must be more to their plan.’

Arlen nodded. ‘They are stockpiling every boulder and tree trunk as they clear the wards. Soon the rock demons will begin throwing, and it won’t be long before they destroy enough to break the circuit and short out our net.’

‘Circuit?’ Thamos asked.

‘The link that joins our greatwards,’ Leesha supplied. ‘It needs to form a closed shape to operate at full power.’

Arlen nodded. ‘They do that, we’ll have demons in the streets of the outer boroughs, and the rock demons will be able to move in close enough to heave boulders anywhere in Hollow County.’

‘Creator,’ Thamos said. ‘But if these demon wards repel us the way ours do them, how can we destroy them?’

‘We can’t,’ Arlen said. ‘Not tonight, or even during the daylight hours if we make it till tomorrow.’

‘We could set fire to the woods.’ Thamos’ face was grim. He knew the cost, but he would do it if necessary.

This is why we keep the secrets of fire from men, she heard Bruna say. They would curse the world and think they’re saving it.

Arlen shook his head. ‘Wouldn’t work. The wards are more than just the shape of cleared-out trees, Highness. We’re dealing with trenches dug by rock demons. Twenty feet wide and ten feet deep. Takes a lot to fill in a trench like that, even with thousands of strong backs and an endless supply of flamework, neither of which we’ll have by morning.’

‘We don’t need to destroy the wards,’ Amanvah said, coming over. ‘Only mar them.’

Leesha looked at her, then nodded. ‘The fangs.’

‘Ay,’ Arlen said.

‘What are the fangs?’ Thamos demanded. Leesha could hear the desperation in his voice. He wanted to take command as he would in any other instance, but he was out of his depth.

Leesha took a scrap of paper and the brush Arlen had used, quickly drawing a ward. She pointed to two small, curved teardrop shapes next to the main symbol. ‘These are the fangs. Almost every ward has them hidden somewhere in its design. They are the place where the ward Draws magic – without them, it will quickly burn out.’

She looked at Arlen. ‘You take your clothes with you.’

‘Eh?’ Arlen asked. Thamos turned to regard Leesha curiously as well.

‘When you turn to mist and move as the corelings do,’ Leesha said. ‘You take your clothes with you. Can you take more?’

‘Ay,’ Arlen said, ‘but nothing heavy, and nothing alive. Breaking things down is easy enough. Putting them back together properly is harder.’

‘Can you carry a crate of thundersticks?’ Leesha asked.

Arlen considered. ‘For a short hop, perhaps, if I have time to study their pattern.’ Arlen smiled, a faraway look in his eyes. ‘Won’t be easy, but easier than hauling one up a frozen mountain.’

Leesha cocked her head. ‘What’s that?’

Arlen waved the thought away. ‘Long story.’

Leesha made a mental note to ask about it later and pressed on. ‘Can you materialize out beyond the greatward?’

Arlen shrugged. ‘Can, but it’s easy to get lost. Simple to skate along the greatward because I know its every twist and turn. Out beyond, I’ll need to go deeper into the Ala, and then find a path of magic leading back up to the surface closer to where I want to be. Might need to hop once or thrice to triangulate, but I know the woods well.’

‘How is this possible?’ Amanvah asked. ‘Even my father does not have such powers.’

Arlen ignored her. ‘If I knock out the fangs of the centre ward, their net will fail, but expect I’ll only have a moment to do it before they sense me. Need a distraction.’

Thamos straightened at that. ‘Then you shall have one.’ He pointed to the greatward the minds were building near New Rizon. The second oldest of the Hollow’s boroughs, it was also the most populous. ‘New Rizon has the most open ground, where our horses and archers can inflict maximum damage. If we attack there …’

‘You ent thinkin’ straight,’ Renna said as Arlen headed for the tent, well away from the troops and horses, where the crates of Leesha’s thundersticks were stacked. The foot soldiers had already begun a march to the east while the horses were readied.

Behind them, Rojer’s wives berated his recklessness, shifting back and forth between their heavily accented Thesan and rapid-fire Krasian. Arlen smiled. It was probably for the best Rojer could not understand most of what they were saying. The Jongleur wasn’t known for his temper, but he could be as stubborn and cutting as any when his back was up.

‘Straight or not, it’s the only plan we’ve got, Ren,’ Arlen said. ‘Hollow will be destroyed, we don’t get this done.’ He drew a deep breath. ‘Maybe even if we do. But I ent the type to lie down and wait for the end.’

Renna shook her head. ‘Me either. Not any more, at least. But do you have to go alone?’

Arlen nodded. ‘Need to be quick. All goes to plan, I should be gone and back in an instant. Time you hear the blast, I should be back on the greatward, covering your retreat.’

‘Should,’ Renna said, not sounding convinced. Her aura was petulant, but resolved.

‘Don’t like you fighting without me any better,’ Arlen said. ‘But you seen what the count is like in a fight. Reckless. Hollow needs him right now. Trustin’ you to bring him back alive.’

Renna nodded. ‘Will. Swear by the sun.’

Arlen saw magic respond to her natural strength, flowing into her and brightening her aura. She had never looked so beautiful. He took her in his arms, kissing her deeply. ‘Love you, Renna Bales.’

Renna smiled, and even her beauty from a moment ago was eclipsed. ‘Love you, Arlen Bales.’

She turned and went to join the others. A moment later, a horn sounded and they galloped off. Arlen concentrated, pulling magic through one of the crates, Knowing its contents down to the tiniest particle. The materials were surprisingly simple, and he was confident that when the time came he would be able to reassemble them.

He turned back, taking in the graveyard, now almost empty. Leesha had moved her Gatherers to form a temporary hospit in near the fighting, and Rojer’s wives had gone with him to add their power to the attack.

They’re all going to die, you don’t time this right, his father’s voice said in his head. Should have kept ’em safe behind the wards.

Arlen gritted his teeth. Would that voice ever go away? Even now, having seen his da stand and spear a demon before his very eyes, the voice of Jeph Bales continued to counsel cowardice as wisdom in his head.

But the voice was right that the timing would be key. Arlen could sense the troops readying for their charge and knew he must wait long enough for them to draw the mind demons’ attention, but not enough for them to get fully involved. From their greatward net, they could launch a devastating counteroffensive if they felt their loss of drones was becoming too costly.

Time to be seen, he thought, and dropped into the greatward, instantly materializing behind the mustered Cutters and Wooden Soldiers. He leapt into the air, continuing upward unaffected by gravity until he reached the desired height and stopped there, taking in Hollower and demon both. He cast bright light into the night sky, startling the demons and signalling the attack.