In the city, magic is relegated to the basements and the alleys, the back-rooms of dusty knick-knack shops with no customers to be seen, the anonymous third-floor apartments on whose doors no one is ever heard to knock. It has been driven to ground.
But out here in the country there is magic everywhere: it walks proudly on the paths and along the banks of the rivers, head raised. It gives the rhythm to the taverns, it lights the farmhouses.
Destroying it will be no mean task, but we will prevail. The Realm will be ruled by men, not witches.