“Gods,” I whisper. “Godlike though I may appear, I assure you I am not one.” Soren’s eyes swim with so much maegic, it nearly overflows. Silver flashes in aqueous blue. “And you would not be so impressed by my power if you had learned to wield your own.” “You…you…you suffocated them.” “No, I drowned them. But if you desire, you could suffocate them. You could snatch the air from their lungs in a blink, wind weaver.”
