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Thundersnow
Kythion
Targath
Corporeal
Cadaver
Maltherius
Syarthis
“This is what we’ll show the rest of the Council,” she declared. “It’s clear, it’s straightforward, and when we pair it with the seeds, they’ll have no choice but to take us seriously.”
“The Council still won’t go for it.” Domenic had pocketed Valmordion and slouched against the wall, his arms crossed. “They think Winter wands are too dangerous.”
“They’d be no more dangerous than the wands half of them are wielding,” she argued.
“You know it’s not the same.”
“With the right magicians, it could be.” Ellery turned away from Glynn and strode toward Domenic. “I don’t get it, Dom. What’s so wrong with this idea?”
