"And don't come back!" roared the Mahjarrat, sending a wave of ice at their backs. It was a move that was meant only to scare them further, but a piece of the attack struck Azzanadr*'s heel. It sent the advisor to the ground, his face buried in the snow and his vials scattered before him.
"Azzanadra!" exclaimed Zaros, who stopped to help his friend, but he was already too far away by the time he noticed.
"I'm fine," Azzanadra replied, picking up the vials. Then, he noticed something. The blue vial for Khanu magic was glowing halfway blue, shining very lightly. That seemed impossible to Azzanadra, for his own Phori magic should have completely neutralized it to white.
Then, the vial started to get paler as Zaros got closer. "Stop!" commanded Azzanadra, and the Emperor halted. The wheels were turning in Azzanadr*'* head.
How could he only halfway neutralize the Khanu magic. The only logical meaning could be that...
Azzanadra got back to his feet and turned to face the Mahjarrat. "Try some of this," he murmured, and then he raised his hand.
The energy convulsed around his fingers, and suddenly a sharp burst of lightning fired from his palm toward the Mahjarrat. The fork of electricity hit the ground several feet in front of the Mahjarrat, its heat melting the snow into a puddle before him.
"You are one of us!" exclaimed the Mahjarrat, withholding his ice attacks. "Why did you not show me that from the beginning?"
"Yeah, Azzanadra," questioned Zaros, who walked up to him with Sliske. "How can you do that now?"
"The truth is that I never tried before," he replied. "When you and Sliske couldn't use your magic, I thought trying to use mine would be useless. However, it appears that I have both types of magic within me."
"Impossible," the Mahjarrat replied, obviously eavesdropping on their conversation. "It's been thousands of years since the Mahjarrat have been hybrids."
"What?" asked Zaros.
The Mahjarrat smiled. "I'll explain," he said.
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