ROWAN
The intrusions were getting out of hand. There was another intrusion last week, which was why I had to go back with Zaria in the middle of the week.
The strange thing was that they all died before we could even interrogate them. They felt like empty husks programmed to lash out, then burn themselves out in the same breath. It was like fighting puppets whose strings cut themselves mid-battle.
I shook my head, trying to push that thought away. Dwelling on it too much made me restless, and I hadn’t been sleeping well.
Back at Elite, I found myself sitting in one of Mr. Thompson’s assessments. The subject was Pure Magic, and it was the final question that made me pause.
Cite an instance where dark magic can be used for the better.
I stared at the blank space on the paper. My pen
