Chadstone could feel the magic the shamans wielded as they muttered and let their eyes water in scented smoke. It was tainted magic they used. As dark and craven as shadows might have been, their magic was - natural. Part of the order of the world. The power bartered for by souls and blood was unnatural.
What of the magic Dakshana had received from the Ancients?
Chadstone could hear their hatred in their spells, and he knew the danger was imminent, though from which plane he could not begin to tell. One thing he could handle was mortals. He was ready.
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