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Octavius absent-mindedly began to open and close his hand, testing the powers in his own blood. I didn't want the effect to be more than missing a spark of power, but I knew that if they paid a little attention, they would have noticed. Octavius finally turned his gaze to me, and even if he was angry, even if the presence of Vraxlon so close to me awakened in him his worst side, there was a very beautiful kind of pride on his face.

"I didn't do anything with your magic.”

"Liar," Heynna growned, still stuck in the same place. "I miss much of my power. What did you steal from us for?”

"I don't need the magic of any of you. I have more than enough now "I drew with a little way of mouth. "I just connected your powers to mine.”

"What does that mean? "Tennebris asked, sounding so peaceful that no one would say that the voice belonged to the sin of wrath.

But it was Vraxlon who responded, realizing the sly look I sent towards him, knowing that he was the only one who really understood my act