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"Spot on," Dorian muttered. His voice was husky, dark eyes fixed on the Iqxe Mud symbols covering Elijah’s skin.

Dorian started moving his fingers through the air, weaving threads of transparent magic that glowed a shimmering silver-blue.

An ancient incantation rolled effortlessly off his tongue:

"O maiores, custodes terrae, concedite ut hoc corpus parvum sub vestra tutela sit."

Pyrrha hissed restlessly, but at the same time sent a wave of maternal warmth radiating from my chest.

As her ...