The ceremony wasn’t over—if anything, it was just getting started. Energy was building in the room, a deep current that moved through everyone present. The sullsai stood alert on the steps, and the apprentices were tense with anticipation. This was what she’d been waiting for, Keriya was sure of it.
“As a Sullsai of the Xamarai, you are bound to the Warrior’s Code and sworn to protect our people,” said the ansai. “A dangerous world requires us to make use of dangerous weapons; therefore, we will open your magicscource so you may use it in protection of yourself, your army, and your country.”
Keriya nearly did fall off the ledge this time. Magicsource? Had she heard that correctly? It couldn’t be. The Jidaelni didn’t have magic!
Terlain rang a brass gong in the corner. Hanso presented a
