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To my trained warrior’s eye, the palace was as easy to attack as it was difficult to defend. I paced through the halls, looking for natural bottlenecks where obstacles could be placed to slow intruders down. There were some, but not enough.
And what did I have to block them with? Couches, ancient art? I grimly imagined an army slashing through a flower display.
That wasn’t even counting the machines. When I’d been entombed, Rix knowledge was fearsome enough. It’d advanced impossibly in the meantime.
What would happen if I couldn’t channel Ilylle’s power in any meaningful way?
Or what if I could, and they walked in with weapons that were modified cradles, draining her and pulling me apart?
The alternative though was to give up. I’d already seemingly died once – I had no intention o
