Great, more proof the Duskveils are dicks. Don’t care about their throne, but starving villages? That’s messed up.


    Mana Flow


    Piece of cake. Gotta keep it sloppy, though—don’t need Taryn asking questions.


    Finally, a spot to breathe. No one’s finding me down here.


    Like a spy cam, but cooler. What else can this thing do?


    This is my hideout now. Mirror magic’s my thing—don’t need a crown to play with it.


    Relax, probably just some nerd hunting books.


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    More cracks. Duskveils don’t care who’s hurting—just keep the coins flowing.


    Not my circus, not my monkeys. But if it’s screwing people over, maybe I’d care enough to poke at it.