1th January 23:55 GMT +1 " Zatanna, we need that spell. " I'm glowing, she's-. Shit, she's not glowing-glowing, there's just so much orange in her right now that it looks like she is to me . Did I..? Miss this? No, the supporting structures-. She points the head of the Staff of Love at me. "Love me." I don't.. feel anything happen. My spell eater isn't even getting hotter. " Zatanna, please, talk to me. I think you're being influenced by an external-. " The gnome who was clutching his head comes upright, the front of his face projecting forwards and spurs forming on his forearms as he mutates. Something in the air. A few regular gnomes have noticed us, but they're just retreating rather than raising a hue and cry. "Evol em." Warning: spell eater temperature increasing. Zatanna staggers slightly, and I instinctively reach out to steady her with my right hand. She takes it with her left, then holds up her staff with
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