When they reached the door leading to the guardians’ room, Uzziel frowned and murmured:
“I just hope I don’t have to see Bertnan again. That old man drives me crazy.”
“I hope it’s Grandma who receives us,” Lissana replied.
“Yes,” he nodded. “I like that idea much better.”
Lissana stood observing the enormous doors for a few seconds, as if mustering up the courage, before pushing them open.
The usual light blinded them for an instant. When their eyes adjusted, they found themselves in that long, seemingly endless corridor, with dozens of portraits hanging on both sides of the walls. Ancient faces, wise gazes, generations of guardians watching them in silence.
Then she appeared.
A woman of serene beauty, with long dark brown hair braided to one side and emerald green eyes that exuded
