9
Lincoln, Maxon and I stand inside the reception chamber of the Amber Cathedral, which is arguably the nicest building in Acca. Before us stands a pair of tall yellow doors carved entirely of amber, the same material that makes up the rest of the cathedral.
The reception chamber itself is a large boxy room whose walls are lined with dozens of Rixa and Striga guards, all standing at attention like so many paper dolls in a row. Hildy’s here too, looking downright elf-like in her black body armor. She scans the exits for trouble while her lips silently cast more spells. Another twenty-four hours and her connection to Maxon will be complete.
My insides churn with worry. Everything is happening so fast, I have no idea if we’re making the right choices. A few hours ago, I was certain that Hi
