Purple lightning illuminated the sky, momentarily blinding Camellia, and an opaque cloud as thick as a marshmallow stopped their advance. “Look, Camellia, it’s the Vizier’s face in the cloud, but it’s shifting; it’s not so clear.”

“He is constructing something solid out of the cloud to stop the river, I think,” said Camellia. “It looks as if he is trying to build a dam.”

Donna saw a man standing on a rock under them, wailing and shrieking. He obviously used Sound Magic, which needed so much power that he could no longer maintain the illusion of the horrible face in the cloud.

“But Camellia, it can’t be done. No magic can fight the river. Let’s try to stop the Vizier; he will kill himself.”

“Serves him right,...

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