The thick rind split, and its leafy limbs folded inward as the spirit collapsed into itself. Slowly, it shrank and compressed until it became a small black orb, which Geto held firmly in his hand.

“I suggest you tread more carefully going forward.”

He let a neutral smile settle on his lips, hiding the thought.

“Good evening” he said, letting the words fall easily, though non-sorcerers were never easy to warm up to.

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