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Hidden in an antechamber on the topmost floor of the castle, Adaria sank slowly into the nearest seat as she examined her hands.
After her confrontation with Hector, they seemed to be burning severely, even though it didn’t hurt her in the slightest. A strange glow was coming from them as well, and it travelled all the way up to her elbows.
She clenched her hands and unclenched them, but still the heat remained. It seemed almost like a living thing, crawling under her skin and weaving its way through her veins.
Unable to sit still, she stood up and began to walk around the room. She was struggling to wrap her head around what this energy was, and what exactly had happened down in the hallway with Hector.
She kept off the carpet, which was rough and ancient since the room was ra
