The next case was surprisingly close to home. And finally, it looked to be someone who actually planned to participate in the war. A thirty-year-old mechanic in Galveston, Texas, seemed to have an interesting and deadly hobby: earthquakes and turbulent seas. Every few days, he’d set both of them off in rapid succession, leveling buildings, sinking ships, and killing people by the dozens.
Like many of the bigger targets—most of which neither Dakota nor the group were able to successfully locate or pin down for long—the real meaning behind these bursts of magic was clear. They were signals. They said “I’m here. I’m powerful. And I know you’re coming for me, eventually. I’ll be ready for you when you get here.”
Idiot. Many stronger talismans existed than the ones this guy possessed, some of
