Thraxas / Траксас: Двадесет и шеста глава

"Can't all you Sorcerers do something?" demands Makri.

#151

We can't. No one has any spells left. Mine went long ago and the collective power of all the others was dissipated in holding the crowd back in the street outside. We have no more power than anyone else. Less, given the condition of Hasius, Gorsius and Lisutaris. Smoke starts to creep under the door.

#152

The rioters have set the house on fire.

#153