To her credit she does not scowl or tense or make any outward indication whatsoever of her displeasure that one who reviles Circles would claim herself a Knight-Enchanter. It is all internal, a recoiling, a mockery against things that she spent so long working for and goals that had been so cherished, and were all snatched away when the Spire fell, when the Divine was murdered. Herian's expression remains perfectly neutral.

"As you say," she says, very evenly. "The destruction would likely be considerable."

It is a simple fact, an observation. Fire blooms from her hands, magic hums in her veins, and Herian Amsel is a force of nature fit to destroy a good deal, when it suits her - as were all mages, in their way. "Though such as they would be worthy of little pity."