““It made sense now—the lake’s fierce reaction. It was his anti-magic responding to that of his dead ancestors, sensing the twisting vines of their silvery gray lifeblood within the water, feeling their loss connecting with the beating heart of his still-living body. Of course he couldn’t drink it or stand in it or touch it without feeling the agonizing effects of such overwhelming loss. How could he have even brought himself to do so?””
