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Kaxim raised his rachís as they approached a shadowed complex in the air, high up in the sky.
They’d reached their destination.
It was invisible to most eyes on the surface, blending against the dark firmament until one drew up close to it.
Sana’a slowed in the wake of the three mighty giant half-transmuted Sab?r warriors.
Her eyes widened at the sight of otherworldly gold íkan filaments draped all over the hidden sanctuary, shrouding it with enchantment.
As the four drew closer to it, the kätu infused surface shimmered, revealing a magnificent edifice suspended high up in the sky.
The intricacy of the structure became apparent, its majestic architecture defying gravity and logic.
It was an architectural marvel with floating platforms and intricate walkways.
Trailing from its base were more golden tendrils that fell across the entire perimeter circumference, showering down into the sky’s expanse below.
Sana’a adjusted her metsai boots and sent them a command to land.
The moment she touched down on the buoyant complex, a surge of energy coursed through her.
The air around her crackled with kätu, creating a tangible presence that whispered secrets of forgotten realms. It was as if the building’s essence resonated with the power of the stars, infusing every inch of its architecture with an otherworldly aura.
Glowing paths wound and intertwined the surrounding magnificent garden like the mysteries of the universe itself.
The flagstones were made of translucent crystal, reflecting the moon’s pale rays and far-off starlight, casting colourful patterns across the walkways.
She heard a noise, the sound of mighty feathered strokes soaring in from the east.
A great eagle with massive wings whipped into the skies above them.
Sana’a stared at its sable plumes, white-spotted chest, and short erectile krest. Its feet were burnished emerald, and its talons were black with feathering over its tarsus. It was one of the largest and most powerful Sab?r eagles she had seen.
Still, Killen, Kaxim, and Kione were larger when transmuted.
It swooped in and landed before them.
‘Kultur,’ Kione called out, jerking his chin at the newcomer.
Kaxim explained the new arrival to Killen and Sana’a. ‘Kultur is a Kaugur diviner and former k?thi koya master. He’s also our host here at the Kíota, the nesting place of Kings. He’s the keeper of this ancient location, built way before the Vth and Vlth Dynasties at Sa^karah. By Khiron the Great, so he and subsequent Kíríga’s could train, strategise and commune with their trusted advisors.’
The eagle transmuted into a short yet rangy older man, his hair fashioned into a compact erectile krest he wore with an angular slope on an otherwise flat head. His slight size belied his massive avifauna form, which fascinated Sana’a no end.
His face was lined and unremarkable, and his clothes were simple. When he turned his head and his rich yellow eyes fell on the party, his life force coursed through them.
The man approached Killen, studying him up close, ignoring everyone else. ‘Behold, he shall fly as the eagle and spread his rachís over Karth and Katanopolis. Under his wings will be our refuge, shield and rampart, and we will know fear no more.’
Killen cocked a brow. ‘Not sure whether you jest, drip with sarcasm or speak with innocent, meaningful intent.’
Sana’a caught the suspicion in his voice and instant whip of tension in the air.
The man reached out a hand. ‘Kultur K?lcha, former senior Kaugur diviner to the Kíríga, his family and the chief Ka?'m??r? command.’
‘Why are you not the present Kaugur seer?’ Killen asked, clasping the man’s fist and arm, staring into his unusual sarcoline eyes.
‘You have to appoint me, Storm Pale, the soon-to-be consort, the Kíríga of Katáne.’
The Král-In-Waiting shook his head. ‘Call me Killen, please.’
