Followed Gerome along one of the many bridges that connected the shell to the entrance of the Citadel, the Knights headquarters. The giant cylindrical structure was dark and foreboding, stylized with great arches and loops of metal tempered to look like stone. The level we
approached had high, towering walls, and lining those walls were gargoyles set upon platforms. Blue-and-silver banners bearing Scipio's insignia (a tower wreathed in lightning) hung from the structure, and high above I could hear the whoosh and snap of Squires and Knights lashing between the arches of the Citadel, practicing their art.
Reaching the looming front doors, Gerome was waved
through, while I was brought to a stop, a crackling baton
barring my path. I looked up and met the eyes of Lewis, a Knight who had sp
