Professor Ironfeather’s history lesson hadn’t enlightened me any further—it had just perplexed me. I’d thought the cultists had summoned a spirit last night in the ruins. Instead, it seemed, they had used blood magic to conjure up a ghost from the Azzie past. An actual historical figure, if the professor was correct. And Professor Ironfeather’s attitude suggested that he was. As he took another draw on his pipe, I jumped in with another question.