Elsewhere:
Maitimo wakes up.
The room is littered with forensic conjurations of people and notes and wands and books and planets. In the room is Ms. Chua, and a black-winged demon. Looks too straightforwardly Asian to be naturally occurring.
"It's a good idea to do something about the circle trick but it'd also be a good idea to do something about the cult with flamethrowers."
They don't need a specific person's wand, right, just a wand, Karen can make one with a Potion-quality unicorn hair and a conjured wood bit.
Trevor sets about testing.
Bindings cannot hedge out wands from random summonses. They can prohibit greenmagery.
Awwwww, but he was having so much fun.
(He takes more summons before everyone improves their bindings accordingly.)
A twelve year old viewer of his channel has summoned him to ask what happens to non summoners when they die. "I thought it's maybe horrible so you didn't want to say on the extranet but I can take it."
"It's not horrible just not as good. They get to be indestructible but they don't get magic powers, and they get one thing which is also indestructible - the one thing you'd want most, or something...but there's no food and the ground is just flat dust you can't grow things in and it's kind of boring. The Elf gods are gonna make a portal there next chance they get and then maybe they can make it nicer."
"Demons can conjure for things. We've known about all the afterlife stuff for ages, angels and fairies only found out more recently. And there are concordances, which is when this little bit of Hell overlaps with Limbo and we can send them things. The whole space of the concordance is full of train tracks and we send them supplies, as much as we can squeeze through before it closes again, and we read some of their writing and music and stuff."