A flurry of red mana appeared and rapidly materialized into the same wooden chair that Xander sat on. Dasha took the freshly created seat quickly.
"I've never met a Transmutator of his level," said Xander. "It is remarkably fun."
"Mm, I agree. Although nothing comes close to the soul, wouldn't you agree?"
"Oh? The soul?"
"This instrument I hold…" As Myth, Dasha carried his fancy lyre everywhere. It was equally as symbolic and important as his mask. "It is an item that cannot be replicated by magic."
"You truly believe so? I disagree. Anything can be recreated with magic. Anything. Perhaps it would drain a man to his death but it is possible."
