"From the time I was born, you have overseen the New York Sanctum until now. You know my life—at least most of it. Although I have always encountered powerful enemies that almost only the Sorcerer Supreme could handle, I have never blamed others for the dangerous life I led, nor have I cursed the heavens and shouted about why I had to bear such terrible responsibility. Do you know why?" Salomon raised an eyebrow. "I believe my life is filled with love. But that does not mean my compassion is limitless."
"What does that mean?" Daniel Drum asked.
There was a high probability that the Dram family's curse had been a sacrifice made by their ancestors in order to embark on the path of mysteries—splitting one soul into two parts and nurturing them separately, then reshaping them into one at the appropriate time to strengthen their Mental Power. Salomon had to admit that this curse was both ingenious and powerful. It had not produced a split personality or even schizophrenia, because the two consciousnesses had originally been one. It was both a curse and a blessing. Through bloodline inheritance and accumulation, the Dram family had risen from an obscure family of sorcerers to become one of South America's few powerful schools.
"Think about where your talent came from and what The Venerable One told you. This is the Dram family's bill." He looked at Daniel Drum. "The Venerable One paid her bill, and I paid mine. Does that mean the Dram family should receive special treatment? Do I need to tell you what happens when one tries to evade the price? I have no demands of the Dram family. I have no demands of any school that follows Kamar-Taj's ancient laws. You should fulfill your duty. The Sanctum must be