[He narrows his eyes doubtfully, pointy teeth denting his lower lip. It's on the edge of his mind to say magic doesn't exist, though that's mostly something he says to poke fun at Cronus, but something stops him this time. This place.. this is magic, isn't it? It has to be.]
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[He narrows his eyes doubtfully, pointy teeth denting his lower lip. It's on the edge of his mind to say magic doesn't exist, though that's mostly something he says to poke fun at Cronus, but something stops him this time. This place.. this is magic, isn't it? It has to be.]
... What kind of magic?