After using the extraction technique on Kayzel, Raze slowly lowered the boy onto the ground. Kayzel's body sagged lifelessly, his limbs trembling with exhaustion, but his expression was unlike the others Raze had drained. There was no desperation in his eyes, no terror from the sudden loss of power. Instead, there was a faint curve of his lips, an almost peaceful smile.
It unsettled Raze more than anger or fear ever could.
'From what I've heard about him, Kayzel always carried the expectations of others,' Raze thought, watching the boy's chest rise and fall with shallow breaths. 'Born into one of the most prestigious lines, praised as a prodigy, yet weighed down by a burden no child should ever carry. Perhaps… he understands what this means now. That he'll never be able to perform magic again.'
The pills had ruined them.
