In the days following the first time he powered up since the incident, Valhalla slowly became aware of the changes he’d gone through. Even though he had been saved from corruption, he knew he wasn’t the same and didn’t know if he would ever recover. Valkyrie had not come back, no matter how many times he tried to call her; Laurelite’s scythe may have ended her permanently. He was also in constant pain, probably due to the fact that his starseed had cracked while Ganymede was trying to save him. But the most disconcerting experience he’d had, even more than his magic not working properly, was the fact that he was unable to sense auras. It didn’t stop him from going out at night once Paris was asleep, but it did put him on edge now that he did not know what could be lurking in the shadows.

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