[For a moment, his hands feel tingly, as if he absorbs some part of those sparks into him, only to make his skin feel like an ant farm, tiny sensations on his nerve endings making him thrum. He shakes them, looking quizzically. He's felt this before, the blessings, boons that gods have given him, the bursts of energy that the witches in Hades throw his way to stop him from going past once again. Zagreus has very little of that; at least, there's only one thing he can do that's slightly similar, albeit not as great as the power of the people he knows..
He's intrigued, eyes wide, mouth slightly slack in wonder.]
I see. Is this something you learned? Since you call it Arts.
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He's intrigued, eyes wide, mouth slightly slack in wonder.]
I see. Is this something you learned? Since you call it Arts.