Levi wasn't surprised that the Feder Remnants had married their people into the various tribes of the Kas Mountain Range. Without this kind of arrangement, how could these locals have allowed a group of outsiders to live here for over a century?
The Lord gravely sized up the contingent, which had halted over one hundred and fifty paces from the wall.
Although Baisitina wasn't entirely certain they knew Witchcraft, he believed it.
He had once seen a so-called magic performance on the streets of Kolon. It wasn't some cheap street trick, but a wanderer who had conjured an ice crystal from thin air right there on the street.
Unfortunately, its power was mediocre—at best, it could pierce a layer of cloth.
Levi reckoned he could kill a hundred such Mages without breaking a sweat.
But anything related to Magic or Witchcraft warranted serious attention.
