“One failing of the Magi has long been their belief that they are the only ones with any sort of power.” Endric glanced back to Alriyn. “Even you, Second Eldest, suffer from that belief.”
The damahne once were more numerous. They looked over the land, maintaining the peace, and in that way, perhaps they were every bit the gods that we would like to believe them to be.
“I don't presume to understand everything that's happened, but I see that we've been mistaken in withholding our abilities from the world. It has been the Magi, not the Denraen, who've allowed the Deshmahne to take a greater role.” Endric grunted. “I think it's a shared responsibility.”
“It’s not only that they seek it for the wrong reason,” Brohmin said. “It’s that the most powerful of the Deshmahne use the groeliin to acquire power.”
The Magi had kept what they knew away from the world, and that separation had allowed another power to emerge, one that was dangerous and had nearly destroyed everything they were.
Balance cannot be maintained by hiding from the world. Power must be used by those who have it, for others will seek to claim it from them. You've seen that with the Deshmahne, and we've seen that with the creatures in the north.”