Ingredients of damnation

The High Mage’s reply dashed Ezra’s hopes to pieces. He had hoped the Elementalists would join his cause out of loyalty for his father, but despite everything his family had done for the mages’ college, they chose not to intervene.

“If we lose this war, your college will be razed to the ground, and then the necromancers will hunt your students down and slaughter them like they slaughtered the people of Aranor,” Ezra spoke in a grim voice. “You cannot keep yourself out of this fight. The time will come when those cultists turn their attention toward you.”

High Mage Ignacious heaved a tired sigh and addressed Ezra in a courteous yet blunt manner. “I understand that you have gone through hell over the past few days. But we are not the enemy here. Your fight is against the undead. I know you want to win, but Zepheroth’s forces are numberless. I cannot risk the lives of my brothers without being sure that we can prevail over the enemy. And I do understand Zepheroth’s followers will come for