"Magic is a gift… and gifts come only from the divine… Josai, the Light of Judgment…"
Cassian read it out loud, a slight frown forming on his face.
Lucy and Ravees were just as confused, reading the same line silently to themselves.
Magic could be called a gift, sure—but not in the way this implied. Anyone could learn magic if they were skilled enough, disciplined enough. The word gift only really applied to those born with overwhelming talent—people like Katherine… or Magnus Edrion, the Tower Master.
But divine?
No.
Their power didn't come from something above.
They were the ones others would call divine.
Magnus Edrion especially—he wasn't just a mage, he ruled over his own arcane dominion like a living god.
So Josai's words… didn't sit right with any of them.
And it seemed they weren't the only ones.
The place was empty.
Not a single person in sight.
