Epilogue (2)

After a couple of days passed, and much to my appreciation, I stopped feeling pain, sitting, sleeping, walking, or even doing anything.

“Yeriel,” I said, “I think it's enough.” I tried to move up from the seat, but a firm hand held me to the seat.

“Don’t even think about moving a muscle,” Yeriel said. The arm was stronger than anything you would expect from a woman who did nothing more than meditation and yoga. I even wondered if she noticed that.

"Fine,” I said instead. “Do it faster. I've got someplace to be.”

I grunted, but didn’t remind her of the changes in her body. The other power had left her body after she used all of it, but the ritual did something more to her body and soul. That won’t go away just by spending the energy. Magically speaking, the other power tainted her soul, broadening it to a higher degree so that if Yeriel tried enough and wanted enough, she could become a Grand Magus in no time.