“This could have all been avoided if you hadn’t come for a world that is not yours to take,” she retorted. “But it is mine,” he said calmly, lifting the sphere from her hand and holding it up before him. Her magic swirled, just as the glyphs on the real thing had. “It has always been mine, just as it was always my father’s. When the beings who created this realm were defeated by Achaz and his armies, they lost their rights to this land. To the victors go the spoils, Scarlett. You know this.”
