While parents shielded the eyes of their children from the gruesome display that bore no resemblance to honorable combat, a deeper horror rippled through those members of the audience who had enough training in sorcery to understand what was going on.
Ropati hadn't suddenly become twice as strong, though he had gained at least half of the fallen Uksel's power. Like burning embers, that power would fade over time until Ropati was left little different than he was now. Any gains he harvested from his companion's death would only last for a single battle.
Captain Lennart and others from the Vale of Mists could see a familiar, fatalistic honor in such a sacrifice. In war against the Lothians, many of the Vale's soldiers felt that they could use such desparate magic if it allowed them to protect their homes and loved ones. But to see it used by people intent on capturing one of the newest protectors of the home they loved…
