"The scent of the darkest magic the North had ever known was so strong, so aggressive, it convinced my Seer we were facing an existential threat. It turned out to be nothing more than illicit pheromones."
The Inner Gardens had given me the cold air I needed, solidifying my vow against Vorath. I had cleansed the paranoia of the orchestrated dream and was ready to focus on the immediate magical threat: Luna Seraphine and Syra from the silver fang assassins. I did not waste time looking for Elias; I knew he was safe and hard at work with Rell in the chambers, and I knew that Niko headed in the warded library, deciphering the ancient shadow magic. My priority was to secure the potential weapon that was beside Luna Seraphine.
