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craft it, and window slits had been
interspersed throughout every level.
Not window slits. Portals through which to
angle the power of the mirrors lining the
inside, as Manon Blackbeak had described.
All capable of being adjusted to any direction,
any focus.
All they needed was a source of power for
the mirrors to amplify and fire out into the
world.
Oh gods.
“Fall back!” Aedion screamed, even while
his men continued to rally. “FALL BACK.”
With his Fae sight, he could just make out
the uppermost level of the tower, more open
to the elements than the others.
Witches in dark robes were gathered
around what seemed to be a curved mirror
angled into the hollow core of the tower.
Aedion whirled and began running,