Chapter 116: Stolen
Rafael stared dumbly back at Soleia, his mind whirling at the implications of Soleia’s words. His gaze turned back to the bed.
"Not your own..." he mumbled in disbelief. He quickly recalled what Soleia told him, and then compared it to Oliver’s testimonial about the event.
"You mean to tell me... your earlier attempt at cyromancy was actually Florian’s? Is that even possible?"
Even as he asked this, he realized how redundant his question was. Soleia was not a liar. She had somehow done the impossible, and the proof was right in front of him in the form of dry notes and bedding.
Rafael wet his lips, suddenly nervous. He knew Soleia could amplify magical abilities, but storing them was completely unheard of!
No wonder she had fallen so ill, so much so that the palace physicians could not understand why. Soleia’s poor health due to Orion’s mistreatment was a convenient scapegoat. If Soleia had been harboring a foreign magical residue inside her, it would have wreaked havoc on her internal systems.
She could have died!
Perhaps it was entirely possible for nullifiers to absorb powers from other users to use at a later date― it wasn’t as though there was any nullifier left that Rafael could ask about this. All of them either died young if they were lucky, or they were imprisoned and worked to death, if not murdered. Maybe they were forced to absorb powers and imploded from within.
Either way, no one was going to volunteer such a piece of world-changing information.