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Lexiel slowly followed Catyah inside the bedroom that had once belonged to the Fallen Archangel of the Stars, looking around warily. She didn't like the Fallen Houses but this dislike didn't come from intuition or superstition. For millennia, Philosophers had struggled, trying to discover what kind of spells had been used in the protection of the Houses, hoping they could use them. It had proved blatantly impossible. No one could go in and all the readings done came to the same conclusion; there was strong magic at work but of a kind humans could never hope to mimic. Speculation had then begun, as years passed and the Houses didn't crumble and couldn't be destroyed by either tools or magic. It was as if they existed somewhere else and what the people of their world saw was only a mirage. But there she was, inside them, proving that theory wrong.