“And what are your rags? Hm? The pinnacle of fashion?”
“Beauty lies in simplicity,” Ash said with a shrug.
The conversation would’ve continued had they not had to stop at the next gate. Unlike the previous one, this one was much smaller. They were met by a group of mages: a stern-looking warlock with a book in his left hand, and a staff made of bone in his right, a battle-mage with a staff and a long, narrow blade, an enchanter with a dagger and a shimmering, turquoise sphere, as well as a couple of frightened-looking mages. In the distance stood the magus, intently examining something on his ornate mirror. The magi were said to be able not only see the future but also find out everything about whoever’s blood they smudged on its glass.
There was a summoner, too, holding a demon leas
