Chapter 60
Clenching her fists and concentrating, Roxanne reached inside herself again. A shaky sob of relief broke from her lips. Her source glowed once more, deep in the core of her body, visible in her mind’s eye. It was a mere echo of what it had been, but it grew stronger as she absorbed more of the green earth-threads. Magic was unanchored, free and wild in the world. Shivnath’s death had not killed it, but rather unleashed it. The dragon had been god and guardian of Pure Valemagic, so of course things were going haywire. As she spun, seeking more earthmagic, Roxanne spotted Effrax. He swayed in the writhing tempest of mortals, buffeted this way and that. “EFFRAX EMBERWILL,” she bellowed. The force of her cry made her head pound. She’d gotten no sleep as Necrovar had organized his macabre p
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