"That’s where you’re wrong," she countered, pulling a delicate silver wrench from her corset. "Magic is just emotion with a physical form. And whoever took it didn't use a crowbar; they used a lullaby."
Captain Vane leaned over the grease-stained table. "Seduced? It’s a ton of iron and magic, Mamaeva. It doesn't have feelings." "That’s where you’re wrong," she countered, pulling a
Vane sighed, checking his flintlock. "With you, Nadezhda, it’s never just a simple retrieval mission, is it?" "Seduced
"Are you coming?" she asked, a spark of defiant magic dancing on her fingertips. "Or are you going to wait until the tea in your cup turns into a paperweight?" "With you, Nadezhda, it’s never just a simple
Nadezhda stood up, her leather duster clicking with the weight of a dozen hidden gadgets. She knew the trail would lead to the Frozen Wastes, where the exiled necromancers practiced their 'cold' arts. They wanted the heart to power a perpetual winter, a world where machines wouldn't overheat and secrets stayed frozen.