“Yes it’s necessary!” screamed Amanita. “This is old magic, Bitterroot! Stuff like horns, wings, a connection with the land, they’re all shortcuts to what’s really beneath reality. This?” She waved one of the dead ravens in Bitterroot’s face. “This is what you need to invoke those powers when you can’t use those shortcuts. We’ve forgotten it now, but magic used to come at a price.” She crushed another eye and met Bitterroot’s gaze. “Are you willing to pay that price?”