I gave myself nine seconds to make my decision. Not a whole lot of time, but it would have to do. I knew the moment I killed the demons in the city below, the Pale Matron would be aware of my presence, and the battle would begin… I had to make these nine seconds count.
"Loom," I said.
'That is the obvious one.'
I nodded. "I know, I can imagine threads that cannot be broken. A weave that eats what it catches. It is the obvious one and it would be excellent if I was fighting anything else. I would need more."
'And the Edict?'
I looked down at the city, and frowned. Lightning Edict was the spell that changed the world because I said so, for as long as my will could hold the shape of the sentence.
