Otho had jumped just to the non-magi quarter, and into the ring of mushrooms there. The non-magi were darting here and there. Some were moaning and screaming, and others were just curled up in balls. They were all muttering a similar thing though. "It's gone…"
Even non-magi could feel the loss of the great Tree as it withered under the flames of the everburning magics of the Everseekers.
