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.The captain turned slightly to address his crew."Listen up! Get this tub shipshape! Prepare to ram and to board!It may be some godsforsaken alien temple we'll find, but by Shar's black heart, I guess monsters bleed the same as men and elves!"Green Siren plunged through the ceiling of a massive vault half drowned in an oily sea.The cavern was pierced by an obelisk wider than several city blocks and ten times as tall as it was wide.Its foundation was drowned in murky fluid, and the upper end was jammed into the ceiling.Rookeries, balconies, inscriptions, runes, and other features gaped like hungry mouths all across its face."Impossible!" said Seren.Her face was slack with incipient terror.The wizard moved so she actually stood next to the monk, inside the ritual circle.Raidon was relieved she didn't try, unconsciously or not, to wrest control of the gleamtails from him.The half-elf concentrated to slow Green Siren's descent.He saw a gallery high up along the face near where the obelisk plunged into the ceiling.The opening looked wide enough to hold the entire ship.But Green Siren was heavy, and he'd learned the gleamtail jacks were least adapted to air.The deck sawed left, then right, as Raidon tried to stop the craft's downward trajectory."What're you up to?" said Captain Thoster from his left."Trying to shake me off my own ship?"Raidon glanced at the man.The privateer had both hands wrapped around the railing.His wide hat tipped over and began to fall.The captain released one hand and snatched it before it descended more than a couple of feet.Then Thoster's eyes grew round in surprise as he gazed into the abyss."What is it?""That damned kraken!" said Thoster."It's down there in the water!""Gethshemeth?" said Seren."How can that be?" "Damn your spells, how should I know? I ain't a wizard! I."The captain gasped.He smashed his hat down on his head, then snatched his sword from its sheath."It's coming up to give us a kiss," Thoster yelled."Our little gleamtails ain't the only thing that's' learned how to swim in air."Angul released a howl of fury from its sheath on the monk's back.A couple of nearby crew looked around for the source of the atonal noise.Even without touching it, Raidon sensed the sword urging him to confront the kraken.But if he released the leashed gleamtails, the ship might fall out of the air."Seren, take over," he said.The wizard's pale skin had taken on a greenish cast at the news of Gethshemeth's presence.But she nodded and stepped nearer.The monk released control of the ritual even as Seren took it up.Green Siren jerked down and to port, then hovered, slowly turning in place."Do you have it?" Raidon asked.Seren nodded."Make for that gallery," he said, pointing toward the high cavity he'd spied."I'll deal with Gethshemeth."Raidon leaped from the circle to the railing in one movement He kicked one foot between the spars ta anchor himself.He dragged Angul from his sheath.The sword exulted, catching fire immediately.A pulse of certitude surged into Raidon's blood.He leaned over and saw a monstrous thing approaching from below.It was a creature meant for watery abysses, but Gethshemeth hurtled up through moist air as if born to it.Tentacles slapped and grasped upward, pulling the scarred bulk behind.Eyes like twin fire pits burned with mad hatred.Raidon saw the stump of the tentacle he had severed when-he'd fought the creature tendays before, the one that had held the Dreamheart.Something had grown back in its place.It was an irregular, splotchy globe sprinkled with a dozen tiny eyes, all blinking stupidly.Even through the unyielding conviction Angul woke in Raidon, the tumorlike growth brought a taste of bile to his lips.Angul, seeing what Raidon saw, screamed his outrage against the insult to the world's natural order.The blade's fire leaped higher, and the symbol on Raidon's chest burst into flame.Its hue alternated between the lighter cerulean hue of the Sign and the darker blue fire of a spellscar.The display didn't slow the approaching creature.In moments, the rising kraken's tentacles would wrap around Green Siren.Raidon knew, from the time he'd spent in the ritual circle's center, that the gleamtails could not hope to hold aloft both the ship and a kraken of Gethshemeth's size."Knowing is dust unless action follows after," Raidon muttered, one of the proverbs of Xiang Temple.He grabbed one end of the hawser Seren had earlier used as a stool.The other end of the coiled rope was tied to a stanchion.Good.He dived off the side of the ship.A line of blue fire traced his path downward.Half-elf and kraken met below Green Siren.Angul struck some kind of invisible ward surrounding Gethshemeth, producing a clap of thunder.The creature's ward shattered, deflecting Raidon's trajectory.Instead of plunging the Blade Cerulean directly into the base of the writhing tentacles, the monk tumbled off course.A spiral of tentacle wide as house caught him across the back.Pain clutched him only for a heartbeat before Angul sucked it away.But in the moment of disorientation, he lost his hold on his lifeline to Green Siren.He and the end of the rope continued to fall past the kraken's bulk.Raidon kicked backward desperately, trying to flail his open hand toward the rope's end before its length played out.The braided hemp of the rope slapped across his palm.Not an instant too soon—The slack in the rope gave out.Raidon's plunge jerked to an arm-wrenching stop.White fire blossomed in his shoulder, forearm, and fingers, pulling a scream from him.But he didn't let go.Angul wouldn't allow him that luxury.The monk dangled at the cord's end like a cat toy displayed for the kraken's play.Angul whispered in his mind, Draw the beast in.I will end its aberrant life.Gethshemeth hovered in the dank air, midway between Raidon, who now hung below it, and the barnacled keel of Green Siren above.The tiny heads of several crew appeared over the railing, their eyes wide with fear.Lure it down to us, Angul urged.Raidon complied.He concentrated on his spellscar.The Sign of his adopted order pulsed.Shafts of cerulean light lanced the kraken's bulk.Where the light touched Gethshemeth, its skin seared and smoked.The creature pirouetted in the air, a motion made obscene by the creature's unnatural bulk moving so delicately.It turned its full attention.to Raidon.Angul fed more energy to the monk.New strength rippled through the half-elf s muscles, starting in his hand and spreading quickly through the rest of his body.When it reached his chest, his Sign responded with another pulse of radiance that needled the tentacled hulk anew.Gethshemeth roared.Like branches in a tornado, its arms lashed wildly as it dropped on Raidon.The monk's eyes were riveted on the tentacle bearing the grotesque blinking tumor.Even as he was caught up and squeezed, he focused past the sound of bones breaking in his chest and legs.He called on his Sign and the sword and surged forward, struggling through the battering, squeezing arms.A swing of the Blade Cerulean, and the misshapen nodule spurted free.Greenish purple ichor geysered, and all the eyes pocking the growth rotated in their sockets as one, attempting to fix Raidon with their mismatched gaze.Some kind of fell influence lived in those eyes.but gravity pulled the severed pod down and away too quickly.Gethshemeth's tentacles spasmed and released Raidon.The monk clung to the supporting rope.The creature's mouth opened wide.It was horribly akin to a human's but much larger.A noise like a baby's wail issued from it, sending prickles up Raidon's scalp.Even as Angul's influence began to reknit Raidon's damaged bones and sinews, Gethshemeth shrugged its colossal tentacles.It coughed out three arcane syllables.The great kraken's outline turned fuzzy and uncertain, and then it was gone.Air fell into the space the kraken's bulk had occupied, creating a final thunderclap
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