The Council

"What is the meaning of this?!" King Calarian's voice boomed out, his fists slamming hard against the surface of his office desk. Even though he wasn't present in person and this was nothing more than a blurry projection, it was clear to see the anger that painted his face an alarming shade of red.

It might not be a perfect image but it was still, after all, magic. It was definitely clear enough to see the necessary details. Atticus had heavily charmed his sodalite stone so that now, other than voice, it was able to relay images in real-time. While the respective world leaders had been surprised to receive his call, they knew that the route course of action was to pick up.

After all, they had just lost their magic, yet King Atticus seemed plenty capable of using it to enhance a stone's natural ability.

"What happened to our magic, King Atticus?" Prince Nathaniel asked, immediately pointing out the elephant in the room.