“As I’m sure you’ve guessed, this book is unique.” Rochester leafed through the pages.
They were in an empty room of the underground complex. There was a small, wooden desk, and a few chairs. Grace and Fin were sitting close to the desk.
“And, as I’m sure you’ve guessed, there are other forms of magic and creatures you’ve never heard of.” Rochester slid the book over to them. It was open to the page on Elementalists. “When the order of Conduits was created, the original Magister thought this knowledge would prove dangerous, and undermine the authority he had won with his Conduits.”
“Why would the knowledge of other magic be dangerous?” Fin asked.
“Magic had always been at the fringe of society. Yes, it was accepted, but it wasn’t until the defeat of the Soulless that the general populace understood that magic could be used to protect them. Older magics are more primal. They didn’t have a governing society controlling them, and people were afraid of what would happen with individuals possessing that much power.”Continue reading “The Fall of New Brooklyn, Day Three, 1:00pm”