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    Not helping,


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    Stolen story; please report.


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    Wait, they’re dangerous?


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    But, this is only one reason why enchantments are dangerous,” Terathon said, leaning back in his chair and lacing his fingers together, folding the rogue pinky in with his other digits. “They occupy chakra that stands between you and the well crumbling, it is true. But also, when you dig too deep, they fail. When you pull the chakra that is sustaining them away, they desert you. So any mental trick you might devise to aid your concentration, any… cheating… as you put it, that would go away. Probably when you are in the most dangerous situation in your lives. And you would lose the trick that made things easier. What happens then, when you must return to doing things the hard way and you never learned to do it properly?


    For all they are different, for all that the colors and substances of the organs within their skulls are like nothing I’ve seen from—” Terathon cut himself off. “They work the same way as ours do. The gentle streams of chakra flow within, and there are a million million million strands of memories woven and connected by the nerves. Chemicals from different parts keep it whole and functional. Everything we feel, everything we perceive, all of this filters from our brain to our soul. And the runes do not often take their delicacy into account. The runes, in fact, do what you ask them to do, and damn the consequences.


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