Necropolis

what had happened, it fell on the Tai Shan Temple with all its strength. It was like being hit by a bomb, but in slow motion. As the nine of them stood there — the five Gatekeepers with Richard, Lohan, Jet, and Sing — the whole building disintegrated around them. The roof was the first to go, torn off as if by a giant hand. Green tiles came crashing down. The wind roared in. Then one of the walls buckled and collapsed, the huge stones toppling forward. For centuries, the gods inside the temple had never seen daylight. Now they were flooded in it as the outside world burst in.
    "The door!" Matt shouted.
    It was still standing, but it wouldn't be there for long. Once the walls were destroyed, it would all be over. The door would go with them. Even now it might be too late. Jamie had joined his brother. The two of them had already turned toward it. Pedro seemed to be confused, frozen to the spot. Matt reached him and spun him round. Richard was hurrying forward, carrying Scarlett in his arms, limp, her eyes closed. Lohan followed. One of the spinning tiles had hit him and he was cradling his arm. There was no sign now of Jet and Sing. They had disappeared beneath the broken wall.
    The door had been built for the Gatekeepers, but each of them could take one companion with them.
    Richard was with Scarlett. Lohan was with Matt. There was still a chance they could all get out alive.
    There was another explosion, and a great hole suddenly appeared, punched into the wall. Rain and daylight came shafting through. The whole temple was shaking. Scott was the first to reach the door and threw it open. Behind him, the remaining gods were toppling and smashing to pieces on the hard floor.
    Pedro was next to him. The others were right behind.
    They plunged through just as a last bolt of lightning struck the temple, pulverizing it. The remaining walls were swept away and scattered. Moments later, there was nothing left. Hong Kong Park was empty. And beyond it, Hong Kong itself lay in ruins as the clouds finally parted and the first, small ray of sunlight was allowed through.
    SIGNAL TEN
    The Necropolis was finished.
    Much of it had been destroyed. More than half the skyscrapers had collapsed. Whole streets were buried beneath piles of twisted metal and brickwork that would take years to remove. Scavengers were already hard at work, burrowing into the rubble to find the jewelry — the diamond necklaces and the watches —
    that must surely lie beneath.
    All over the world, people were waking up to the fact that a catastrophe on a massive scale had occurred.
    Twenty-four-hour television news programs were running the first pictures. There would be thousands dead, but at least the survivors would be able to breathe. The poisonous smog that had been suffocating them for so long had been completely swept aside.
    Far away, sitting in the ice palace that he had made his home, the King of the Old Ones saw what had happened. He knew that the chairman had failed him. He knew that the Gatekeepers had escaped.
    But it didn't matter.
    The Five had entered the door without knowing where they were going, so none of them would have arrived in the same place. They would be as far apart now as they had ever been. Worse than that, the door had been disintegrating even as they had passed through it, and the final blast had played one last trick on them. If the five of them had survived the journey, they would find out very soon.
    It would be a very long time before they found each other again.
    It was enough.
    The King of the Old Ones reached out and gave the order that his disciples had been waiting for. He had made the decision. It was time for the end of the world to begin.

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