With the surprise of our attack holding fast, we made rapid progress through the city. Buildings blurred beneath us, one tiled roof replaced by the next. In only a minute, the cathedral had vanished into the skyline behind us, overshadowed by the great, curtain-like walls that encircled the city.
"Which keep is it?" Korra called.
I pointed directly ahead of us. "That one. It's the main headquarters for the mages in the city. The one beyond it, on the waterline, is responsible for guarding the harbor. There's an eighth-level mage there who will arrive in about two minutes."
"We'd better make this fast. If he shows up, we'll be trapped for a long time, and that's assuming we could eventually defeat someone that strong," Gayron said.
"There's a second eighth-level somewhere, isn't there?" R'lissea asked.
