"And leave hundreds of books and piles of priceless magical resources laying around unprotected with the risk of the Council members stumbling into them? Thanks, but no thanks." Syrah cut Morok short.
"Even if I lift the space-compressing array, our dimensional amulets are already filled with food and I have no way to procure enough to hold such a massive collection."
"Or you can trust me. After all, until you learn the basics of Forgemastery and Warden magic, you have no use for the ingredients stored inside the vaults. Also, if you don't let me take Ryla with me, she has no reason to give you access to my legacy. You'll be locked out anyway."
The Fomor put a hand on the latch of her Harmonizer, ready to open it and destroy the only key to reach Glemos' lab.
"Fine. Who's the other one?" Syrah raised her hands in surrender.
