Some action! Finally.
If this was a lurid adventure tale, I’d be writing that all of this was going through my mind while fending off a rampaging ghost, a few days later. But that’s absurd. Who on earth spends valuable time reminiscing about meetings in the middle of a fight?
The Council Chamber dig was a bust, at least from the point of view of people trying to find the airport. When the Dominion conquered Denver, back in the day, they had also pretty thoroughly degraded the local civic symbols, and that absolutely included the centuries-old building where generations of Denverians held their courts. What spirits were left after that scourging had hidden themselves so ‘deep’ in the metaphysical bedrock that I’m not sure any could hear us, even if they wanted to. And none of them seemed to want to.
But we did release a tormented spirit that some nameless Dominion bastard mage had bound to the walls, in chains of infinite pain, which was nice. Or it would have been, except that after several centuries of agony the spirit was homicidally crazy. Judging on how often they do it, a torture spell like this is apparently the Dominion’s idea of ‘humor.’
Right now the spirit was trying to strangle me with its bare hands, which were only not bursting into flames because I was using my own spellcasting abilities to counter the spirit’s. I don’t recommend this, mind you. Direct spell-to-spell negation works, but it also makes it impossible for you to use any magic of your own.