I had an anxious moment as we had passed through the stadium’s security gates. There were four guards at each entrance, heavily armored and armed with lethal-looking combat rifles and stun batons. They watched with narrowed eyes as the crowd filed through a series of weapon detectors, chemical detectors, and cyberware scanners whose sonic and magnetic imagers sought out subdermal cyberweapons. At least one of the guards must have been magically capable—a stocky, dog-headed spirit stood beside him, its nose quivering as it sniffed the crowd. I guessed that it was somehow monitoring astral space—although I couldn’t imagine what it was looking for.