Ferra opened the physical-property test beside the weapon rack, laying out one ordinary spear for the duplicate to carry.
A common weapon carried no registration magic, making its fall a clean test of what the clone could physically hold.
Ferra stood beside a newly constructed weapon rack, tapping her iron calipers against the cedar frame with crisp, commanding authority.
"Today we codify the property laws of the split vessel," the smith announced, looking across the assembled companions with quiet focus.
"Question no scholar ever asked until our summoner needed a weapon: what can a temporary body actually carry into battle?"
"In ancient chronicles, false mages attempted to duplicate enchanted swords through temporary projections," the Watcher noted from her bench.
"Every illusion shattered upon the first clash of steel, bringing sudden ruin to entire mercenary companies across the northern marches."
