Chapter 62: Magic Glitches

I pulled myself up to sit on the edge of the altar, Ameline leaping gracefully beside me. Max joined us, feet firmly on the floor, but at least we were now at eye level.

"Any guesses what that cryptic little remark was about?" I swung my feet, hands palm down on the stone behind me, leaning back and squinting at the writing on the wall across from me, secretly hoping some mystery message might appear and solve all my problems.

Ameline shook her head, turning sideways, tucking one foot under her thigh. "It's obvious the dark maji are now as reluctant as the light to do anything besides save their own skins." Her old irritation was showing, though it felt more like my own so I wasn't freaked out by it.

"While it's comforting to know we have something in our midst that will help us," Max said, "until we can pinpoint that advantage, I'm afraid we're no further along that we were before."