“If Anwyvn were a man, the leylines would be the veins beneath his skin. Instead of blood, they ferry maegic. Usually, they are invisible to the naked eye. Inaccessible. Except in spots where the maegic is particularly potent.” “Like the cavern behind the falls?” He nods. “There are certain spots where the fabric of the world stitches together. Like a seam joining two sides of a garment. Power pools naturally in those places.
