“Well, that explains everything,” I muttered under my breath. He smirked slightly, still focused on his food. “It should.” I shook my head, not satisfied with that answer at all. Maybe for them, it was normal. Maybe for the fae, magic was as simple as breathing, something they didn’t need to question. But for me, coming from the human world, it wasn’t something I could just accept without understanding it. I turned my attention back to Garrick, who sat a few places down from us, his posture as steady as before. “What kind of magic is it?” I asked. “And who made it?” Garrick looked at me thoughtfully before answering, like he was deciding how much to explain. “The hall is held together by layered magic,” he said. “Not just one source, but many. Over time, each guardian has added to it, strengthening the structure, shaping it to what it is now.” I listened closely, leaning slightly forward without realizing it. “Each fae carries their own form of magic,” he continued. “Some
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