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Prayer: Cas can hear prayers from anywhere. Feel free to call on him anytime and he'll show up.

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[heraldingangel]

[ The moment he touches his temple, something is off kilter. He doesn't recognize it at first but he knows immediately something is wrong. His grace was - it was like coming up to a great waterfall and finding only a trickle of water flowing over.

Somehow, his grace was dangerously low and the balancing act it played with his soul had become inherently unstable it was on the verge of collapse. No wonder he was sick!

His soul was heading toward a chain reaction that once started would be impossible to stop! If nothing changed then --

He holds on for too long and the touches a trickle of that overflowing power that instantly flares at the intrusion and throws him out sending him across the room .

He hits the wall and crumples to the floor. Blood spills from his mouth as he struggles to his knees. He can feel the burn of that soul seared across his grace, and that was just an iota of the power that was burning through its core, cannibalizing itself before it went supernova. ]

Jack.

[ He drags the name through the gravel, as he struggles to his feet. ]

Your grace. It-It's gone.