The Grand Sage peers at my watch through his magnifying glass. "Fascinating. The enchantment remains intact, yet something blocks the signal."
My fingers trace the edge of the crystal. The metal feels cold against my skin, devoid of its usual magical warmth. "Could the New Order have developed technology to interfere?" I ask, though it isn't like they even know about this new technology.
"It's always possible." Magister Orion's deep voice fills the room; he's here while Heize takes over guarding the dream-eater. "Their influence grows stronger each day."
Several shifters pass through the window, trudging east. More people heading out to help with the funeral pyres. Twenty-seven pyres. Each face flashes through my mind—mothers, fathers, children. Their families were grateful for my visit, thanking me for coming.
It's a sobering experience.
"Are you certain about holding the ceremony so far from Wolf's Landing?" The pyres are set a mile away.
