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The Exiled Ones Level Their Horns...

<Oh don't worry milord. You're just dealing with your standard [Foul Blood Aether Curse]. It's a type of curse that targets anyone specific blood heritage, and makes it so their aether flows like sludge. I think those Fallen guys got hands on some kind treasure lets them use it. But it's fine, the fact you have [Chaos] flowing in body should already make this will be ineffective against you. Well no channels. Although, probably regalia up, can sense not great presences heading way.>

'Oh that's...hold up. Did you guys say because I had [Chaos], it mitigated the effects of this weird curse?'

<Yeah? Cursed are all about imposing a certain type of order, and [Chaos] is distorting such things. Remember?>

'Good to know, but not the point. I just realized something important.'

=Which is...=

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