Last Dragon Standing (Heartstrikers #5)(81)
Marci gaped at him. “Shouldn’t you have brought this up earlier?”
“I did think about it,” Myron said. “But to be perfectly honest, I didn’t think we’d get this far. And if we did, I figured we’d just wing it since casting the banish is by far the easiest step of this endeavor. Now that I’m actually seeing just how much magic we’re dealing with, though…” He trailed off with a shrug. “I have no idea how we’re going to do this.”
“I don’t believe it,” Marci groaned, sitting on the ground with a thud. “We finally built a hammer big enough to smash a Nameless End, and we can’t pick it up.”
“You can’t pick it up,” the DFZ said. “But we can.”
Marci blinked. “Say again?”
The city flashed her a radiant smile. “I’m the city of mages, remember? My entire Skyway system was designed to be a magic gathering funnel for Algonquin. I might know a thing or two about casting big spells, and it seems to me that what we’ve got is a bandwidth problem. The power’s there, but holding all of it even for the second it’ll take to cast the banish will kill you. But what if you didn’t have to hold it all at once? What if someone else could carry it for you? That way, all you’d have to do is point the magic in the right direction.”
“That’s impossible,” Myron said. “Humans are the only ones who can move magic. Spellwork helps organize and focus, but no matter how fancy you get, sooner or later, someone has to actually cast the spell. That’s why we don’t have spell-casting machines. Without humanity, magic doesn’t work.”
“That’s true,” Marci said, pushing back to her feet. “But she’s talking about holding magic, not casting it. Casting is just the act of pushing magic at a target, and you don’t have to be able to hold all of something to push it. It just has to be connected, and there’s nothing more connected than a Merlin and her spirit.”
The DFZ nodded happily, and Marci turned to Ghost, who looked as excited as she felt. “Can you do it?”
“I won’t know until I try,” he said. “I’d call it a long shot, but you expanded my horizons just now when you showed me that the entire Sea of Magic is a realm of death. That’s a lot of room to work with.” He nodded. “I think I can do it.”
“Better than I could,” the DFZ said grumpily. “I’m just a city. He’s a whole concept of mortality.” She kicked one of the spellworked pebbles that still dotted the ground. “Stupid Algonquin, making the smallest spirit possible. I’m the city of mages! This should have been our gig!”
“I’m perfectly happy to let Novalli hog this spotlight,” Myron said. “It was a good observation, though.” He smiled at his spirit. “Perhaps we’re not so badly matched after all.”
The city snorted. “I wouldn’t have accepted you if we were. But if the Empty Wind’s going to play capacitor, my work here is done.” She reached her hand out to Myron. He shook it gladly, giving his spirit a truly warm smile as she turned and began walking toward the well.
“Wait,” Marci said as the DFZ neared the edge. “What are you doing?”
“My part,” the spirit said. “Myron and I already talked about this, and we both agreed. I’m the DFZ, and that thing is right above me. Without my city, I’m nothing, so like everything else, I’m throwing my lot in with you.” She glanced at Shiro, who was watching them with a shocked look on his face. “He says it’s impossible, but mages do the impossible every day. I should know. My city is full of them.” She grinned, pushing her hood back to look at Marci with her bright, orange eyes. “It’s time to live up to your reputation, Marci Novalli. Pull it out of the bag one last time and save us all.”
She stepped into the well as she finished, her body dissolving into the bright, neon-reflected water that flowed through the gutters of the wilder parts of the Underground. For a split-second, her magic glittered beautifully. Then, like all the rest, it was gone, sucked down into the Heart of the World as the spellwork groaned.
Marci watched to the end with a lump in her throat. “Are you sure about this, Myron?”
“It wasn’t much of a choice, really,” he said quietly. “If you succeed, she’ll come right back. If you don’t, we’re all dead anyway, so I won’t be around to regret my decision.” His face grew sheepish. “Though if I may ask you a favor, Novalli, please don’t mess this up. I just got to be a Merlin, and I’d very much like to spend some time here when I’m not in a panic to save the world, if it’s all the same to you.”
“I’ll do my best,” Marci promised, putting out her hand to Ghost. “Ready?”
A cold wind was her answer. No sooner had she touched her spirit than his body dissolved, his magic settling over her like armor.
Ready, he whispered.
Marci nodded and leaned down, pressing her hand against the spellwork Myron had so miraculously repaired. There was so much magic packed inside, it practically leaped into her hand. Marci pushed it back down again, closing her eyes until she was certain of what she meant to do.
It didn’t take much. Boiled down, a hammer banish was just throwing magic at a spirit as hard as you could. You didn’t even technically need spellwork for that, but Marci still sketched it out in her mind, using one of the rocks Myron had brought up to scratch the spellwork equation for the hardest, densest hammer she could imagine into the plastic of her bracelet. When Marci was certain she had every bit of the spell right, she reached down again, leaning hard on Ghost’s wind as she plunged her hand into the condensed power of the world.