Alliance

Jersin went slack-jawed as did many of Cerlius's classmates. They all looked at Pince, who had spoken out in favor of the outcast - the muscle-brained idiot. Dark clouds formed high above the Reach, as if the very heavens had been thrown into disarray. Slowly, the unstable spells dissipated as all attention turned Cerlius's way.

"Questions are never stupid, and should always be spoken aloud." Another student spoke up in Cerlius's defense, Ronlo, then another student, then another, until the Reach's quiet was shattered by chaotic arguments.

'Larque, you're right about the students,' Cerlius thought. 'And the teachers. What's going on? I don't sense a spell being cast.'

'That's because this isn't magic,' Larque said. 'It's a result of a demonic trait. That's why I haven't been found out yet. I haven't felt a presence this strong since...no.'