Then, when she struck the ground with the war hammer, the magic dispersed violently, just like Master had said it did back in the changeling city. For the life of her, she couldn’t understand why. It wasn’t enchanted—no wizard had put their time and energy into this thing. The process of enchantment, at least as it concerned creating a magical object, would have left obvious elements she could then analyse. This? Nothing. There was something else going on here, and she wasn’t sure what it was, but Master had left it to her to figure out, so she’d be damned if—