Interlude
For magic to live, something must die. Luckily, death comes in as many forms as magic.
The world requires balance, and magic collects its debt in sacrifice.
To rewrite the rules of reality is to give away something one can never get back.
The cost of the sacrifice must equal the power of the spell, or the magic will take and take until it’s satisfied. Until there’s nothing left.
For the length of a decade, Warren University was no more than what it appeared to be: an Ivy League institution, accessible to only the highest echelon of society and the handful of scholarship students they peppered across the campus to corral in time for brochure photos.
Magic was a direct line to hell, and no learned man would ever mess with demonic forces.
Unless, of course, they were not the ones who had to sacrifice.