Asaron took over the interrogation. “We’re trying to figure out what’s going on, so we can go home.”
“Then my visit here will require much less explanation than I had expected. We have work to do.” With a total shift in attention, Zerandan switched his gaze to Asaron. “Have you discovered your magic yet?”
Asaron gave no sign of displeasure other than a subtle twitch of his sword hand, indicating the greatest distress Victory had seen from her sire in days. “This is ridiculous. I have no magic. It’s hereditary, but Toria’s not actually my granddaughter.”
“No need to be an ass to a fellow old man, Asaron,” Zerandan said. “What do you three know about the world spell?”
A knot of tension built behind Victory’s left temple. “It suppresses technological capability in the world beyond a certa
