"...Pandora, what the hell is that? Both your hands are glowing — are you doing something shady? Please don't blow up the house," Ayla asks as we watch a mark appear out of nowhere on the backs of both my hands. One of them, I can feel the energy of the Omnipotent Pandora, and the other, I don't quite recognize — it vaguely reminds me of Oriane's.
"I have no idea! They just appeared out of nowhere this morning, and they've been glowing like this the whole time, though they've been getting less bright. Even cutting my hands off and regenerating them, the mark still stays. And I'm not going to blow up the house — what's with all the suspicion toward my magic?"
"I've never given you reason for that. You wound me," I say in a falsely sad tone.
