The Diaspora

Dawn of Chaos: Hell Gate - Chapter 10

Illustration by Tiffanie Gray of Cover Art Gems

A flight of winged shapes emerged from the eastern clouds. Enormous reptilian forms with scales of glistening red sailed toward the city. Jets of flame shot from their nostrils, licking the air before them with darting tongues of fire.

Randia’s eyes widened. “Dragons!” she cried.

Stefan grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to the ground. “Everyone, down!”

“Do as he says!” Kay rapped. “Under the pavilion. Keep out of sight. We don’t want to be spotted.”

The Demon Lord’s Command

Borr’s serpentine lips curled upward in a rictus of satisfaction. The clouds surrounding the city had become a great wall that shut out any view of the outside world. Its last spell had reached completion, and it was ready to move the final pieces for its endgame.

It turned to its left. The winged demon lieutenant Usnaroth stood there, its bat’s head watching its master with disciplined anticipation. Next to it knelt the enormous figure of Incanus Thad, head pressed to the ground. Black ichor still dripped from the wounds that Aron’s sword had dealt it.

“It is time,” Borr said. Its voice was soft, but thick with menace.