Azriel POV
Azriel worriedly bit her lower lip. By now she had begun to move the tiny stones and dissipate them in a matter of minutes. Since the dam on her magic broke, she had found it increasingly easy to call into the reserves of her magic. Yet, Kali kept making her push her limits. Every day, Kali wanted to see her pull onto more and more of her magic and break bigger things. Yet, every time she called upon her magic she felt a bitter acidic taste in her mouth. The Blight was slowly adding the poison it had to her magic. The six pointed star on her collarbone, itched terribly, but she tried to ignore it. After a point none of Nuria's salves were working on her.