The steam was gone, and only cold water remained on the tile floor. Arkane’s form had returned to a wiry grey haired man of some age. The book was in his hand, completely dry. Her form radiated with a watery aura, and his own body hummed with the power the ritual had bestowed upon them, safe in the knowledge that only he had the expertise to wield it.<br/><br/>She was indeed infused with the powers of the ritual, but Arkane had skillfully maneuvered the powers to serve his own purposes. He was now a powerful ally to his master, and would perform yet another ritual, and report its outcome to Cormac. He looked down at his new minion’s spent, still aroused body, and smiled wickedly. He left the bath room as silently as he entered it, heading back to his assigned quarters within the castle. He would need a rest before engaging in another magical ritual. He abandoned his charge with little more than an afterthought. The ritual had created a bond that could not easily be broken, but for now…<br/><br/>He was done with her.<br/>