The room is windowless, but that will change once Walker returns with Dad. The Fealty Ceremony ended an hour ago, and my father asked to meet Lincoln and me here. He has something special to show us. “Any ideas what your father’s up to?” asks Lincoln. “None.” I stare at the concrete wall, watching the Group Think go by. It’s a lot of the practical side of having company in the Dark Lands. GHT-1628: Picking up thrax from Pulpitum V. KPO-12: Airspace access approved for Furor use in Sector Nineteen. BQ-14: Janitorial detail to Sector Four. A low-pitched hum sounds as a black door-sized hole appears in the center of the tower floor. A portal opens. Through that darkened shape steps my father and Walker. Dad’s in his silver armor, his long golden wings on display. A manic gleam lights his eyes as he wraps Lincoln and me in a warm hug. “Could you believe the ceremony today?” says Dad. “The archangels and the Furor? There’s never been an army to match this one.” Walker grips my shoulders, his all-black eyes staring deeply into mine.
