CHAPTER 9
I caught my breath as my feet hit new ground. The wind gushed around us, making my dress and curls flutter in a way that matched the agitation in my heart. The sun, still high in the sky, casted its light on the center of the Court of Wizards and its headquarters. We stood on a cliff, looking over the place I never thought I would see again.
Hexing bubbles. The High Citadel.
If Paiza was built through hundreds of years of inventions, the citadel must have taken millennia of magic. The pentagon shaped building was made of gray marble and it hovered over a gigantic deep hole where two crossing rivers met. Those ancient and roaring rivers sliced the court’s land into four sectors and the fall of its strong rushing water rumbled the ground beneath our feet.
My limbs went rigid, a
