You think this is the only place with weather? We’re a coastal city, of course we get hammered with great storms and the like. Do you never look up to see the great gusts of energy boiling away as sheaves of ghosts are hurled through the defenses of the lightning towers? If you listen, they wail as the energy tears them apart. It was a wind that blew them into the city, but not a wind on this side of the Mirror.
I didn’t realize there was weather on both sides of the Mirror until I was on the Fifth Star, one of the Strangford leviathan hunter ships, before I captained the Shiv. A blind old man we called Seeker knew more about the hunt than anyone alive, and he growled to me that weather is the same on both sides of the Mirror; if there is low pressure, then the high pressure will flow into it. That’s wind. Everything’s built on that. Like gravity, everything drawn to the low point. That’s why the climax of a hunt was so often a storm.
Now when I sense a shift in the weather on the backside of the Mirror, I wonder who is making a low point, and what they’re doing with that energy. Changed how I saw Whispers and their rituals, that’s certain. As the weather is fickle, I realized that what they do leads to consequences we’ll never understand.
From Captain Nyala’s personal correspondence to his son Jack
Spectrological research at the College of Immortal Studies has identified a direct correlation between unsanctioned ritual practices and global warming.
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