“Five powers!” he shouts, flinching from the implosive blast.

A messy kill, a wrinkle in time ironed out soon after by space? He’d call this archwizardry at home - beyond the reach of the most talented student in his class. Likely beyond Magister Levin. Again, he swears: “Shadowed power beneath!”

“Every loving God, Harriet, what manner of being was your sponsor?!”