Medicine

The first thing Lathel smelled when he stepped through the door was blood.

Not much, but enough to mix with the scent of splintered wood, stone dust, and the mana still lingering in the air after someone had lost control.

The room in front of him was almost completely destroyed. The table had shattered into several pieces, the two chairs had been reduced to little more than their legs, several large dents marked the opposite wall, and the mirror that had once hung in the corner now lay scattered across the floor in hundreds of fragments.

Catrina stood at the far end of the room.

She was not wearing her mask.