[Zhao had to snort at that effort. He decides to give it a go for fun, trying to imagine the glass knitting itself together. Taking a deep breath in and out.
That doesn't do anything to the window but for a moment, a flickering blue flame hovers between his palms and then disappears.]
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That doesn't do anything to the window but for a moment, a flickering blue flame hovers between his palms and then disappears.]
Hunh. Not what I was expecting.