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    one with her blood.


    Idiot, I cursed myself. I''d lost my cool in the moment, become brutally reactive rather than analytical. "It''s common with untrained adepts," I explained. "But it''s worse with her power. The Blood Arts -- they''re stronger than a typical Art, more real, but the power can be jealous. Rather than dissipating into harmless Od, it erupted. Like... like shrapnel from a cannonball, but all in one direction, back at its source."