-the battleground. I rise above it, Trill at my side, Iepa hovering before us, infinitely sad.

I know you doubt, the maji says, and I can hardly blame you. But please believe, no matter the mistakes my people have made in the past, this one we wish to unmake.

A line of demons fall, the ground crumbling beneath them, swallowing them as they scream in agony. Witches shift to save them, earth magic joining with Sidhe.

Your father is correct, Iepa says. Not all of us ...