He’d overexposed himself to demons. Pondering the matter drew him to the conclusion that the amount of Allurance he’d been projecting along with the casting of Siren was as crying out from hiding in a dense thicket. The beasts looked in his direction now. They knew the vicinity of his nest, but they could see neither it nor him. How long before they tracked the magic to its source? How long before they made true contact with the vessel and through exploration and attempts to possess it, would they locate the rest of him? Had his spell undermined the safeguards of the mage’s way? Or was that not what had happened at all? Would the Vadryn remain ignorant, as insects to firelight, flinging themselves mindlessly at the heat of his blood’s being until they’d managed to destroy themselves in the process?
Snippet taken from Blood Reign
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