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However, I tried to keep my eyes closed while he was nearby, and I opened them immediately when he walked away, trying to bring a little firmness to my expression. But I wanted to cry when your eyes meet mine, and in them there was only despair and impotence.

I just wanted to cry. And I knew what the tears meant before they flowed. The prediction of a death. The crying of a Banshee.

The shield of the Oracle gave way, and immediately one of the flames of Kyra's power hit me, throwing me with all my strength into the back of the room. My whole body was consumed by the pain of those silver flames, and I swore that it was on fire, until I noticed that the place where the magic had hit was my chest, and that, somehow, my body had retained that power, sending it to my veins, wanting to awaken what was under my skin, right in the center of my soul.

That was the exact place where Lilith had once played, causing pain for me to remember how to use my power. The awareness of the fact made me ope