I unconjured it and cast a privacy spell so we could speak without our voices being heard. “It can’t be a hell dimension. We didn’t step through a hell-gate.”
“No, we fell through one. I thought I felt it, but it happened too fast.”
“Shit!”
“Exactly,” he muttered.
We’d been in hell dimensions before. Very, very rarely, and only when we absolutely couldn’t avoid it. We got in and we got out fast, before anything found us.
“Hold on,” I said. “I’ll cast … Shit!”
Hell dimensions also negated teleport spells. Meaning we were trapped here, in the dark, with a hell-beast. A very pissed-off, injured hell-beast.
“Just stay still,” Trsiel murmured.
Right. Like sharks, hell-beasts sensed movement, in this case in air rather than water. We stayed still and listened to the flap of its wings as it circled the cavern. Trsiel had found us a spot behind what felt like stalagmites, cold and wet stones soaring up all around us.
The hell-beast swung past a couple of times. I tried to gauge its size, but all I had to go on was the sound of those wings, which really didn’t help at all.
“The exit,” Trsiel whispered. “We need to find the exit.”
I paused. “Right.”
“We can’t look for that book, Eve. Not here. Not now.”
“I know.”
“We’ll get to the exit, climb out, and teleport from the top, before the oni attack.”
“Good plan.”
It was good. I just would have preferred if it had included finding the book. But Trsiel was right—we couldn’t see anything, meaning there was no way to find the book, not while that hell-beast guarded it.
“Maybe if we kill it …” I began.
As if in answer, we heard claws scrabbling to our left. Then more to our right.
“Oni?” I whispered.
“I don’t think so.”
“Damn.” Oni were a threat I could handle.
The claws clicked closer on both sides.
“Any idea where we’d find the exit?” I whispered.
Trsiel paused. Presumably it was back the way we’d come. Since there was no longer a corridor, though … Also, the exit was a hole in the ceiling, which wouldn’t make things easy.
“I can guess the general direction,” he said.
Something leapt at me, something small and furry, teeth digging into my arm. Pain ripped through it. I conjured my sword and caught a glimpse of a mole-like snout as I threw the beast off and brandished my sword, Trsiel doing the same.
We’d been down here long enough for our eyes to adjust, and I could make out a little beyond the glow of our swords. We were surrounded by what looked like a dozen moles, each the size of a fox, blind things, with no obvious eyes but lots of sharp teeth and equally sharp claws. I had no idea what they were—there was no afterlife Darwin willing to brave the hell dimensions and name all the inhabitants.
They were dangerous. They were guarding the book. They’d shred us with those teeth if they got the chance. That was all we needed to know.
Another one leapt at me. Before I could swing my blade, Trsiel had sliced the creature in two, both halves falling, twitching, to the rocky floor. Two more shrieked as if in shared pain. They jumped. I skewered one. Trsiel lopped the head off the other. Then we heard the beating of massive wings as hot air swirled around us.
“Incoming!” I yelled.
“Run!”
“Where?”
Trsiel gave me a shove. Another mole-fox sprang. I swung, but it was too close to hit. Its teeth sank into my arm. Trsiel yanked it off and threw it aside.
As we started to run, I heard the beat of the hell-beast’s wings. Then silence. I knew what that silence meant, and wheeled just in time to see a massive scaled creature diving at Trsiel. I yelled. He dove to the side, but the beast only changed course, talons outstretched. I ran, swinging my sword at those huge talons. The beast yanked them up just in time, and I staggered, spinning with the force of my empty swing.
Trsiel shouted. Something grabbed my sword arm, wrapping around it. Talons caught my shoulder, digging in like daggers, making me gasp, pain blinding me. The ground disappeared under my feet. I looked up to see scales and feathers.
I cast a binding spell, but the beast just kept winging its way up. Then it stopped, and I thought it was just a delayed reaction to the spell—was shocked that it had actually worked. Then the hell-beast screamed. I let out a yelp, too, as acid blood rained down. I heard Trsiel shout something from below, but I didn’t catch it, just focused on launching a fireball. As I threw it up against the hell-beast’s underbelly, I saw Trsiel’s sword there, embedded nearly to the hilt. Then the sword vanished as he unconjured it. I threw a fireball straight at the gaping wound. The beast let out an unearthly howl and dropped me.
I hit the hard ground. Which hurt. Trsiel yanked me to my feet as the hell-beast swooped. I saw its head this time—a massive furred skull with giant fangs. Trsiel yanked his sword arm back and I was going to tell him it wouldn’t do any good—the beast was still too high to reach. But he didn’t swing the blade. He threw it, like a javelin, straight up at the beast’s throat. It pierced it, and I covered my head as acid blood spattered us.
“Nice trick,” I said. “You’ve got to teach me that one.”
A growl came from deep in the cavern, like the one we’d heard before. Not the hell-beast, then, and too loud to be the mole-foxes.
Above our heads, the hell-beast let out a gurgling shriek. It wasn’t dead, obviously. Maybe not even mortally wounded.
“Let’s go!” Trsiel said, hand on my elbow.
We ran. We could hear the hell-beast’s wings flapping as it retreated. Surrendering? Or simply pulling back for another attack?
We continued through the darkness, our swords and a light ball illuminating the way. Then I saw a faint glow across the cavern. I blinked, kicking in my extra vision. It helped just enough for me to see what looked like a box, with a glow shimmering through the cracks.
“The book,” I whispered as I skidded to a stop.
“No,” Trsiel said. “We can’t—”
The hell-beast shrieked deep in the cavern, followed by a growl to our left. Something was stalking us, not willing to attack unless we tried for the prize it was guarding.
I tried to judge the creature’s size from its growl. I also tried to judge how injured the hell-beast was. The book was only a couple of hundred feet away. If I could just—
If I went after it, Trsiel would follow. I could tell him to continue on, find the exit, forget about me, and there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d actually do it, no more than I would if the situation were reversed. We were partners. If I took a risk, I took it for both of us.
I yanked my gaze away from the box. “Okay,” I said, and let him continue leading me.
As we jogged, there were a couple of times when I swore I heard something moving in the cavern. I tried not to dwell on it—there were probably lots of things in this cavern, all of them ready to make a meal of us. By the time we reached the wall, I could hear only the growling creature, but it stayed too far away to be seen.
We felt along the walls for an exit. I cast my light ball up, searching the ceiling, but even if I found a hole, we’d never get to it. The growling came closer now, and I could make out a huge dark form slinking toward us. Then I caught the scrabble of claws on rock. Lots of claws. The mole-foxes, with reinforcements.
We frantically searched for an exit, casting teleport spells with every step, praying for a weak spot. A snarl sounded behind us, and I turned to see white fangs, as big as my forearm, flashing in the darkness.