“Think of the Bestiary as a giant battery that fuels all the covens around the world,” he said. “Some magicals are more powerful than others, and the monsters resulting from their Purges are proportionally bigger and deadlier. But they can all lose their material form once they’re stuck inside these proprietary glass boxes. Come along, let me show you.”
I followed him deeper into the Bestiary. He took a sharp left turn and stopped in front of a wall with about fifty glass boxes, each roughly the size of my head, with brass edges and small locks with symbols engraved around the keyholes. Each box was filled with puffs of black smoke, much like what the gargoyle had turned into the other night, prior to getting sucked into the Mason jar.
“These are small monsters, mostly the result of Purg
