The dark breeze spoke of betrayal.
“Who do you think gave Roland the Rune Glyph so that he could Parlay with the dead and walk the future?”
“Possibly the same person that sold it to your guards,” Aed countered.
“My guards are in the future?” I felt lightheaded. Nauseous.
“Some are,” his eyes pierced the night. “The decree states that your magics stay with you in the time that you exist. This prevents…accidents.
Someone is pulling their fangs and making a stamina tonic. This is an abomination. A monstrous sin they will lay at your door once it is discovered.”