‘I understand,’ tutted Amberlik’h, stepping towards the gate, jousting her rumbling sword in front of her. ‘Let us get this over with, creature.’
The creature swirled its limbs choreographically and caused the foggy gate to rumble and click. The gate opened steadily. The twisting, slithering, curling and arching trees rustled in unison, summoning Amberlik’h towards the cunning labyrinth.
‘Akhlix,’ projected Amberlik’h suddenly, stopping in the entrance of the labyrinth and turning to face the creature. ‘I name you Akhlix.’
‘Akhlix,’ repeated Akhlix, mimicking Amberlik’h’s tone eagerly. ‘I have numerous names throughout the hundreds of magical worlds; Mistress Riddler, Butcher of Worlds, King Slayer, Lonely Goddess. Why name me such an ill-sounding name like Akhlix?’
‘Akhlix in my langu
