Arkadith had seen enough. With a pained effort, he pulled himself out of the owl's mind, and the room materialized around him once more. The terrible scream of one of his own still rung in his ears after his vision of the vampire's slaughter had faded. He shook quietly as his body boiled with rage, but it did not spill over. He was not প্রদত্ত to destroying his possessions on an angry whim, nor was he pacing in the room, tearing at his hair. Only his black eyes betrayed him, the pupils so dilated, they completely engulfed his irises, as pitiless as the owl’s themselves.
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