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zone that always accompanied dense magical activity. I led Greyson through the bustling, noisy crowds, navigating past floating brass lanterns and witches aghe walls were lined with thousands of narrow, dusty boxes reaching all the way up to the vaulted ceiling. Greyson's eyes lit up with pure, unadulter
shower of brilliant, crackling silver sparks erupted from the tip, il
h genuine excitement, completely forgetting his instructed di
dressed in lavish, custom-tailored robes swaggered over. He bore the arrogant, punchable sneer characteristic of
lute, undisguised disgust. "A filthy, magicless Null is trying to buy a Spirit Wand? What a
cademy with this kind of slum trash," one of them muttered loudly, making sure we heard. "The sacred hall
His small hands retreated into the oversized sleeves of his jacket, his fingers already twi
a serene, almost gentle smile as I walked directly up to the Sterling boy. He was casually holding a beautiful
egister the movement. He opened his mouth to protest, his face flushing
g it so it was perfectly level with his eyes. With a casual, effort
cal and magical dominance. The magical core inside-a rare unicorn hair-withered instantly, turning black. I rubbed my fingers together, grin
stared at the dust covering his expensive dragon-leather shoes in absolute horror.
meone who actually needs it," I whispered, my voice carrying the freezing, crushing weight of an arctic blizzard. "
trembling, their previous bravado completely evaporated. The arrogant young master could
, and looked at the stunned, open-mouthed shop owner. "I will c
ked toward the exit, the bell
ere fixed on the spot where I had stood, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. "No wand, no incantation... and she shattered a core wit
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