It has the deepearth feel of fire and sulphur, with the tang of some ancient, otherworldly history. But there's something about it that feels decidedly empty. It's only half his-- the rest is nothing.

"I wouldn't call it a spell..."

And yes, it's kind of nice having clear eyes for a minute, so he grins a little bit, though it's still a mostly bitter expression.

"But something seems to be wrong with it, either way."