He Who Fights with Monsters: Book Twelve (He Who Fights with Monsters, #12)

by Shirtaloon

“Were you the one who put up that containment dome?” he asked. “Not just me, but yes.” “How did you use magic on that scale when the magic level is so low?” “The containment dome fed off the magic it was containing.” “And you just happened to have a perfectly calibrated ritual designed to do that over such a large area, in these specific conditions, with that specific kind of energy?” “Of course not, but I was already familiar with the energy in question. The rest we figured out as we went.” “Are you saying you improvised a city-scale, off-rank ritual magic off the top of your head?” “Like I said, I didn’t do it by myself.” “Even so, that’s madness.” “Look around, Director. When you get days like these, only madness will do.” “You say that like you’ve seen things like this before.” “Not many times, but yes.” “Who are you people?” Belinda ducked in front of the director and shook his hand. “Team Biscuit, pleased to meet you. Clive, you done? We need you.” “Give me thirty seconds.”