in which imprisoned hosts of the Jinns of Light beat sparkling against their Mattia De Sciglio Drakter crystal walls to escape.
I thrust the fantasies from me. Fantastic enough was this reality Ivan Rakitic Drakter — globe and pyramid and cube of the Metal People opening wide, bathing in, drinking from the radiant maelstrom Kasey Palmer Drakter that faster and ever faster swirled about them.
“Feeding!” It was Drake’s awed voice. “Feeding on the sun!”
The circling shields were raising themselves, lifting themselves higher above the crater-lip. Into the crowded cylinder came now only the rays from the high circlets, the streams from the huge wheel above the still growing cones.
Up and up the shields rose, but by what mechanism raised I could not see. Their motion ceased; in all their thousands they turned. Over the City’s top and out into the oval valley they poured their torrents of light; flooding it, deluging it even as they had this Anders Lindegaard Drakter pit that was the City’s heart. Feeding, I knew, those other Metal Hordes without.
And as though in answer, sweeping down upon us through the circles of open sky, a clamor poured.
“If we’d but known!” Drake’s voice came to me, thin and unreal through the tumult. “It’s what Ventnor meant! If we had got down there when they were so weak — if we could have handled the Jordan 8 Keeper — we could have smashed that plate that works the Cones! We could have killed them!”
“There are other Cones,” I cried back to him.
“No,” he shook his head. “This is the master machine. It’s what Ventnor meant when he said to strike Thiago Silva Drakter through the sun. And we’ve lost the chance —”
Louder grew the hurricane Ilkay Gundogan Drakter without; and now within began its mate. Through the mists flashed linked tempests of lightnings. Bolt upon javelin bolt, Danny Williams Drakter and ever more thickly; lightnings green as the mists themselves; lightning bolts of destroying violets, searing scarlets; tearing chains of withering yellows, globes of exploding multicolored electric incandescences.
The crater was threaded with the lightnings of the Metal People; was broidered with them; was a Pit woven with vast and changing patterns of electric flame.
What was it that Drake had said? That if Quincy Promes Drakter but we could have known we could have destroyed these — Things — Destroyed — Them? Things that could thrust their will and power up through ninety million miles of space and suck from the sun the honey of power! Drain it and hive it within these great mountains Kelley O'Hara Drakter of the cones!
Destroy Things that could feed their own life into a machine to draw back from the sun a greater Paddy McNair Drakter life — Things that could forge of their strength a spear which, piercing the side of the sun, sent gushing back upon them a tenfold, Tim Howard Drakter nay, a thousandfold strength!
Destroy this City that was one vast and living dynamo feeding upon the magnetic life of earth and sun!
The clamor had grown stupendous, destroying — like armored Gods roaring at sword play in a hundred Valhallas; like the war drums of battling universe; like the smitings of warring suns.
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