[Even without him actively using his abilities, the putrid energies still spill from his middle, visible only to someone with the ability to see such things. The feel of that drain is too subtle for even Carlisle's awareness most of the time, but it is ever-present... as is something more, a soft, but steady light housed within his chest. That would be the Mote, what gives his eyes their newfound glow.
Carlisle shakes his head, seemingly confused by the question.]
It's not a 'power' at all. It is a wound, one possibly tied to another plane of existence.
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Carlisle shakes his head, seemingly confused by the question.]
It's not a 'power' at all. It is a wound, one possibly tied to another plane of existence.