“What of Dax?” Reigna asked. “What are his powers?”
“What? What’s funny?”
“Actually,” she said, still grinning, “he is unique among Oathtakers.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, once in a great while, an Oathtaker like Galen Dax comes along. He has no powers whatsoever—except of course, for the power of his blade which, like any Oathtaker’s blade, will never miss its mark.”
The attendees all looked at Lucy, clearly surprised by her news.
“None?” Eden said. “But then, what qualifies him to lead the guard?”
“Did I say ‘none?’” Lucy laughed again. “I guess to be more accurate, I should say that he possesses a single power.”
“And that is?”
“He is completely immune to magic imposed upon his person. Even the name of his blade—Immunis—reflects that fact.”
Velia grabbed a tray of scones sitting before her, then stood and brought it to the other end of the table where Basha and Therese sat.
“Surely, he can be banded,” she said as she returned to her seat.
“Band him all you like, but it will not work. He can exercise no other magic, and no magic of any kind—good or evil—will work directly against him.”
“I wasn’t aware,” Reigna said.
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