Raze had told the others, long before this battle began, that there was a reason he had gone after Ibarin first. It wasn't because Ibarin was the strongest of the Grand Magus, or because he posed the greatest threat in sheer power. It was because he had been the first. Not the first Grand Magus he had ever crossed paths with, that title belonged to Idore, but Ibarin had been the first to truly shape Raze's path. The first who had set him down the road that would turn him into the Dark Magus.
There were countless questions swirling in Raze's mind, questions he had buried for years. If he wished, now that he had Ibarin completely pinned and the mind-projection spell already active, he could have used this chance to ask about the other Grand Magus. He could have demanded to see their plots, their alliances, their goals. He could have dug into the roots of everything.
But he didn't.
Because there was something he needed more than any secrets about the others.
Proof.
