CHAPTER
THIRTEEN

ISA SURVEYED the dead, stepping carefully to avoid the blood, both human and daerilic. Old instincts itched at her to search the bodies, but she suppressed them. It had been a long, long time since she’d been forced to sink so low as to rob corpses. She held no illusions that she had grown beyond such things—you did what you needed to in order to survive—but this was not the day for looting.

This battle had been far too easy. It had felt like a trap up until the end. The soldiers had been crowded around the entrance to the rebirthing chamber, swords out—as if they fully expected the threat to come from inside. Lux and the troops had been able to take them with a surpising degree of ease.

They’d lost men, of course. That was part of what Isa hated about leading, and was why she had Lux perform the actual management of the troops. Isa avoided looking at the faces of the fallen. She would ask their names. Later. For now, she stepped into the rebirthing chamber, passing Dynn and Terr, still helmed and armored, standing guard at the door.

Don’t deceive yourself, she thought. You might not be robbing bodies, but today is about plunder. You’re still a thief, you’re just a higher-class one.

That thought actually comforted her.

Siris sat inside, hands clasped before him, helm off, blood in his hair. Not his own. It had dried, crusting.

What was she to make of this man? Half the time he seemed so confident, as if he could stride off a cliff and not fall, gravity itself too intimidated to inconvenience him. And then there were the haunted times. Eyes that had seen too much. Shadows moving behind them.

She had a habit of preferring dangerous men. This one, however, was a different beast entirely.

She stepped up next to him, then ran her fingers along the edge of the tub device. Attuning Siris to this one would allow him to awaken here quickly, and would rejuvenate and strengthen him when needed. Dials, buttons, and wires connected it . . . things she didn’t understand, and didn’t really care to.

“We have our quiver,” she said, speaking in the blunt language of this island continent, where the God King ruled.

“Quiver?” Siris asked, looking up.

“You are the weapon, Whiskers,” she said, tapping the device. “This is just for reloading.”

He smiled wearily. “This was too easy, Isa. Why were the guards so frightened?”

“I know,” Dynn said from the doorway. “It’s actually quite obvious.”

“Is that so?” Siris asked. “What, then, were they so frightened of?”

“Me, clearly,” Dynn said.

Wait. Isa frowned. Dynn’s voice didn’t sound right.

Siris suddenly leaped to his feet and ran toward the soldier. Terr backed away, confused, as Siris and Dynn clashed.

No. Not Dynn at all. Someone laughed behind that helm with a familiar voice.

“You!” Siris said, swiping his sword at the impostor. “What did you do with the man who wore that armor?”

The laughter continued.

That was the God King’s voice.

Oh, hell, Isa thought, reaching for her sword.

“They were worried about me awakening in here,” the God King said, stepping back from Siris. “With good reason.” He held up a hand as Siris prepared to strike. “As much fun as it would be to kill you again, Ausar—and honestly, I’m already growing nostalgic for the experience—I can’t spare the time to indulge myself. Neither, I believe, can you.”

“Your empire is crumbling, Raidriar.”

“And your little rebellion is doomed. He’s planning something dangerous.”

“Have you figured out his endgame?” Siris asked.

Raidriar shook his head. “No. You?”

“No idea.”

“It’s big,” the God King said. “He tossed aside the Infinity Blade as if it were nothing. Whatever he’s working on, he doesn’t consider you, me, or this empire to be a priority.”

Siris hesitated. “Damn.” Finally, he lowered his sword. “Damn.”

Isa looked from one to the other, as they sheathed their swords and walked toward the other side of the room. Almost like old friends.

What, she thought, did I just miss?

She gestured for the other guards to secure the chamber. “Keep the door closed,” she ordered, “and see if you can find Dynn. He might be back in the room where we entered the complex.”

Terr ran off immediately. Others stood guard behind the door as Isa closed it. She went over to where the God King and Siris were talking.

“You need me,” Raidriar was saying.

“Hardly,” Siris replied.

“Oh? And the machinery in this chamber? You were going to move it on your own? Have you any knowledge of how to disassemble it, how to set it back up? Do you even know how to work it?”

“We could leave it here, make this our base.”

“And stay exactly where the Worker knows he can find you?” The God King left his helm on. He wouldn’t show his face to those he considered his lessers.

“Where is my soldier?” Isa demanded, stepping up next to Siris.

The God King looked her over. “He is alive,” he said. “I realized that Ausar would whine and moan if I killed one of his little rebels, even if they are all my subjects.”

“Where?” Isa demanded. “In the room where we entered?”

“Obviously,” the God King said with a wave of the hand. “Calm yourself, child. I barely even harmed him. He didn’t need that hand; he has two, after all.”

“You monster,” Isa said, lunging at him. Siris caught her by the shoulder and pulled her back.

“Honestly,” the God King said, “no need to fuss for something so minor. You mortals break so easily, one would assume you’d be accustomed to it by now.”

“You—” Isa started.

Siris took her by the shoulder. “He’s taunting you, Isa. Don’t rise to it.”

She cut herself off, fuming. If Dynn was dead . . .

“You do need me,” the God King said, turning back to Siris. “I brought one of my loyal Devoted, one of the few mortals I allowed to develop expertise in Deathless technology. He can disassemble the machinery here and set it up somewhere else. Some location you choose.”

“Fine,” Siris said. “Very magnanimous of you. And your part in it? What do you gain?”

“We defeat him, and I get my empire back.”

“Like hell you do,” Isa spat. “We’re not going to rebel against him, only to give everything back to you.”

“And him?” the God King asked, amused, waving toward Siris. “You think that giving the empire to Ausar here will be any different?”

“He won’t rule.”

“Oh?” the God King asked. “I find that . . . unlikely. He has always loved to rule. He’s never been good at it, granted, but he does love it. Don’t you, Ausar?”

Siris didn’t reply, his lips a tight line.

“Regardless,” the God King said, “it isn’t important now. First we need to defeat the Worker. Anyone’s rule would be better than the chaos and misery he has sewn since his return. Mortals or not, these are my people. I will not abandon them. We can discuss the nature of our . . . alliance later.”

“I don’t trust you, Raidriar,” Siris said.

“I should hope not! You’re a fool, but not that big a fool. But you also know that I will keep my word. So I vow to you that I won’t move against you, as long as the Worker rules. I will have my man set up this equipment as-is, installing no hidden subroutines, no Q.I.P. alteration algorithms. We will be allies until our common enemy falls.”

Siris met the God King’s eyes.

“You know this to be the right course,” Raidriar said. “Just as I knew you would come here. As soon as I considered, I knew where to find you.”

“Fine,” Siris said, holding out a hand. “But the equipment stays under my control. You swear not to use it without my approval.”

“Fine,” the God King said, sounding annoyed within his helm.

“We need a place the Worker won’t think to look for us,” Siris said. “Do you know of any such place? A place secret even from those who work with us, to preserve a layer of security.”

“Well,” the God King said as they clasped hands. “I do have a few hideouts that were not in my records. You can choose one of many.”

Isa stared at them both, horrified. “This can’t possibly be right, Siris,” she said.

The God King looked to her. “Isn’t she the one who killed you with that crossbow bolt, all those months ago?”

“Yes,” Siris said.

“I suppose I have to like her, then. I assume you’ve chosen her to be first.”

“First?” Isa said. “First what?”

“He didn’t tell you?” the God King said, sounding amused. “About this place?”

“What about this place?” Isa asked.

“Raidriar . . .” Siris said.

“First? First what?” Isa snapped.

“You were going to have to tell her eventually, Ausar,” the God King said, strolling through the room, nodding toward the rebirthing tub and equipment. “Best to get it over with quickly. Like an execution—one swift chop.”

Siris sighed.

Isa looked to him. “What’s he talking about?” she asked, feeling a chill.

“This isn’t just a rebirthing chamber, Isa,” Siris said. “It’s a Pinnacle of Sanctification.”

“A what?”

“A device for making new Deathless, child,” the God King said, his voice echoing in the metallic room as he turned toward her. “Your hero plans to create his own pantheon of immortals—and you are to be the first of their ranks.”