The afternoon sun rained an intense heat all over Jaffa.
After Amias had told us what to do, we set out to gather everyone. My mother went with Lyana to convince the remaining neighbors to convene in the temple south of our house. Aaron and Magat ventured out into the shore, looking for a salvageable fisherman's boat. I was with the old man, fortifying the walls of the synagogue using the Angel's graces. "How does this work again, Amias?" I asked as I engraved the walls using the tip of Raphael's sword with the symbols Amias had scribbled on the ground.
"What you're inscribing are the symbols for the Archangel Raphael's insignia," he answered, sitting down on a large boulder set against the wall. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his arm and then rested his walkin
