As Draegun and Barbaria burst through the door, Vortrax’s incantations were already complete.
“Fools!” He cackled. “I have enacted the Rite of Cantor! My power is now infinite!”
Draegun looked sidelong at Barbaria. “Do you want to tell him?”
Vortrax blinked. “What?”
“Infinite doesn’t mean unlimited. Like, there’s infinitely many numbers between 0 and 1. And Cantor was a bit of a philosopher.”
“You’re probably infinitely powerful at gerbil taming, or something.”
Vortrax slumped. Barbaria knocked him out and threw him over one shoulder. “Arts grads,” she sighed. “They should know you need to be a scientist to do magic.”
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