He wondered if it was actually over, if the
feorhbealu
had truly been defeated or if they’d merely been driven far enough over the Veil to cease to be a threat for the time being. The power that he’d drawn on for the spell had drained his Gift to the point that it was still not back full force. Of course, the whole incident left him wondering what
full force
actually entailed. Rob had been telling him for a year that he had power, that he was like the
Custodes Noctis
that had founded the line. Galen knew his brother had Gifts not present in Keepers for centuries, but had been unwilling to accept that as a truth about himself. He was still unsure, even though he’d seen what he’d done while facing the
feorhbealu
. It was terrifying, knowing he had that in himself, that he could accomplish something that huge. The small amulet that had been the focus of the spell was deformed now, melted by the power that he’d channeled through it. The design Rob had etched years before was still there, and Galen was contemplating asking his jeweler to include it in his Keepers bracelet somehow, it felt right that he should get that done.