Lanis sniffed loudly. “You’re lucky that you’re not vimsensitive. Do you have any idea what Netherdragon magic feels like?” She scrunched her face in disgust. “It’s oily and foul—like them. They’re evil, Gray, plain and simple. It’s in their very essence.”
She seemed about to say more, but instead just sat back against the wall and continued to sulk.
Gray took another long breath and looked thoughtfully up at the ceiling. “So, how many Neds do you suppose we’ll have to kill to end the war?”
Lanis’s expression tightened. “This war won’t be over until every last one of them is destroyed. You know that.”
Gray looked down, nodding slowly, then looked at Lanis with a hint of disappointment. “I meant your war.”