"Esmerelda, check it now."
"As you command, milord."
Dorian watched it all, his face emotionless. Not that it mattered, in retrospect, considering his face was that of a bull. It wasn't exactly easy to read emotion on.
'My soul twisting Fate shouldn't leave any traces in Fate… right? But what if it does?' His thoughts were thrown into disarray at the thought.
'Oh, wait.' He paused, coming to a realization.
'Why don't I just change the Fate of the device checking for changes in Fate?' He smiled internally,
'They can't find any traces I might leave in Fate if I change Fate every time they look. Heh.'
Dorian stared at the magical artifact bowl, his eyes darting towards it for an instant.
'Show a result of nothing…'
WHOOSH
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Dorian - Soul Status
Soul Stage: Lord (Middle)
Health: Perfect
Energy: 36,829/39,993
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'About 1,500 points… This is starting to drain me.'