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DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Layers and lacquers of scrutiny waited in his piercing gaze, watching for some inevitable movement or motion to indicate the contortions within had been successful. For several moments he wondered if he’d done it correctly; it’d been some time since the creation adornments had functioned normally, and perhaps this was another drawback, another obstacle he hadn’t foreseen, noticed, or understood. But then the books began to rise, not so grandly, not so potently, but maybe with more practice, more precision, they’d be capable of withstanding a longer amount of time in the air. He nodded, somewhat pleased by the outcome (mildly satisfied that the enchantments could still be segmented into objects, that not at all had been lost). He permitted his eyes to wander momentarily, going towards the jar that would eventually have to be filled with ascended fluid, but Samuel’s gasp riveted him back to the instances at hand. “It should,” he shrugged. “I have not known them to fail.” Not a conceit or arrogance to the tone, rather a mere musing and mulling, pondering back to anything he or Remi had constructed. They’d worked sufficiently during any trial or tribulation. “With more focus and concentration, you should be able to lift small objects effortlessly.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace