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He seemed like himself.
But everything beneath the surface had changed, almost completely.
That was the most disturbing part, and the very first thing I had noticed when I entered the secondary chamber he had been moved into.
Fashire sat slumped in a chair, water still dripping from his body after the thorough wash the servants had given him.
The cold, familiar signature of my nephew's presence had transformed into something vast and dense and thrumming with barely contained power. It pressed against my awareness like heat from a forge, making my own essence thrum.
And I was sure the others felt it this instant if they hadn't before.
Venti was stronger now. Far stronger than he had been before that cocoon swallowed him whole.
It would be safe to say that his strength had doubled.
I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.
However, his movements were sluggish.
