[Yfandes calmed enough to come over to her Chosen, gently nudging him with her muzzle, glad that he was breathing, though it was obviously strained and pained. She knew why, but it wasn't worth explaining the intricacies right now.]
:: He was attempting to make a Gate. It did not work and the magic snapped back at him. ::
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:: He was attempting to make a Gate. It did not work and the magic snapped back at him. ::