Kell nods. Even just having to recall the meeting in the throne room makes his stomach sink. This was a fucking spectacle. The worst kind. He shakes his head. Everything afterwards is a blur of rage on his end.

"Yeah," he confirms. "Not only the Summoned. She ordered the whole castle to come for her fire show. Had everyone gathered in the throne room, had guards drag people in who did not come on their own. Then we were shown a projection, I believe close to real time, of what was happening. With the implicit intention of us believing her mages were raining fire on the whole country. Not just a part of one city."

Kell shivers. Saints, he thought everyone he knew there was dead.

"No one told us anything. I had, still have, friends in Free Cities. They told me what really happened. But yes, the intent clearly was to make a show of force."

He considers her question carefully.

"Can't tell. Could be one, could be all of them. She has a lot of those, but I've never got the chance to see what they can really do. In person. We're not really taught anything even remotely dangerous, so I can't say what the limits of offensive magic here are."