“Yes,” Dacre said. “My domain. My ley lines. A realm of magic that most of your kind will never see or know or taste, even though our two worlds are connected.” “Are you rebuilding it, sir?” Roman asked. “The roads below?” Dacre was quiet. Roman wondered if he had been too blunt, and he swallowed. “I’ve noticed that there are still portions of the map that are darkened, as if they are waiting for you to return,” he explained. “A canny observation,” the god replied. “And yes.
