Jonah stared at the data slate, the blurry image of the Thorned Horror burned into his mind. He felt the weight of it, the unseen consequences of a battle won in the shadows. A province was suffering because the nation's attention had been focused elsewhere.
"I have to do something," he said.
Vanessa looked up from her own analysis of the blight's energy signature. "This isn't a military problem, Jonah. Seraph said it herself. You can't just fight a plague."
"Exactly," he replied, a spark of an idea igniting in his eyes. "So we won't fight it. We'll heal it." He then closed the report. "I'm going to see the Headmaster."
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