around them, the world was transformed into madness. seething spheres of letherii magic were thundering down here and there, tearing through ranks of tiste edur, devouring shadow wraiths by the hundreds. one landed in the midst of a company of demons and incinerated every one of them, including the kenryll'ah commanding them.

another raced across the ground towards the rise to the west of the emperor's forces. there was nothing to oppose it as it swept up the slope, and struck the encampment of the edur women, elders and children.

trull staggered in that direction, but ahlrada ahn dragged him back.

letherii soldiers, nothing now but bones, spun in the sky above the hills. the merchants' battalion. the riven brigade. the snakebelt battalion. the king's battalion. all those lives. gone .

and the columns had begun moving, each one on an independent path, eastward and westward, plunging into the panicked ranks of more soldiers. devouring, the hunger unending, the appetite insatiable.

war? this is not war -

'we're moving forward!'

trull stared at ahlrada ahn.

the warrior shook him. 'forward, trull sengar!'

udinaas watched the deadly sorcery cut through the shadow wraiths, then roll towards the rise where he stood with feather witch. there was nowhere to run. no time. it was perfect-

a cold wind swept over him from behind, an exhalation of shadows. rushing forward, colliding with the letherii magic twenty paces downslope. entwining, the shadows closing like a net, trapping the wild fire. then shadow and flame vanished.

udinaas turned.

uruth and four other edur women were standing in a line fifteen paces back. as he stared, two of the women toppled, and udinaas could see that they were dead, the blood boiled in their veins. uruth staggered, then slowly sank to her knees.

all right, not so perfect.

he faced the battlefield once more. the emperor was leading his warriors across the blistered, lifeless basin. the enemy positions on the hillsides opposite looked virtually empty. to either side, however, the slave could see fighting. or, rather, slaughter. where the pillars had yet to stalk, letherii lines had broken of their own accord, and soldiers were fleeing, even as soletaken jheck dragged them to the ground, as demons ran them down, and squads of edur pursued with frenzied determination. to the east, the dry river gully had been overrun. to the west, the crimson rampant brigade was routed.

hannan mosag's terrible sorcery continued to rage, and udinaas began to suspect that it was, like the letherii magic, out of control. pillars were spawning smaller kin. for lack of flesh, they began tearing up the ground, earth and stones spinning ever higher. two bone-shot columns clashed near what was left of brans lake, and seemed to lock in mutual obliteration that sent thunderous concussions that visibly battered the hills beyond. then they tore each other apart.

the bases of many of the pillars broke contact with the ground, and this triggered an upward plunge that ended in their dissolution into white and grey clouds.

all at once, even as ragged companies of tiste edur crossed the killing field, bones and armour began raining down. limbs, polished weapons, helms, skulls, plummeting in murderous sweeps across the basin. warriors died beneath the ghastly hail. there was panic, figures running.

sixty paces ahead and below, along the very edge of the slope, walked hull beddict. he held a sword in one hand. he looked dazed.

a helm-wrapped skull, minus the lower jaw, thumped and bounded across hull's path, but it seemed he did not notice, as he stumbled on.

udinaas turned to feather witch. 'for errant's sake,' he snapped, 'see what you can do for uruth and the others!'

she started, eyes wide.

'they just saved our lives, feather witch.' he added nothing more, and left her there, making his way down to hull beddict.

bones were still falling, the smaller pieces - fingers, rib fragments. teeth rained down thirty paces ahead, covering the ground like hailstones, a sudden downpour, ending as quickly as it had begun.

udinaas moved closer to hull beddict.

'go no farther, hull!' he shouted.

the man halted, slowly turned, his face slack with shock. 'udinaas? is that you? udinaas?'

the slave reached him, took his arm. 'come. this is done, hull beddict. a sixth of a bell, no more than that. the battle is over.'

'battle?'

'slaughter, then. a squalid investment, wouldn't you say? training all those soldiers. those warriors. all that armour. weapons. i think those days are over, don't you?' he was guiding the man back up the slope. 'tens of thousands of dead letherii; no point in even burying what's left of them. two, maybe three thousand dead tiste edur. neither had the chance to even so much as lift their weapons. how many shadow wraiths obliterated? fifty, sixty thousand?'