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Fionn opened his eyes, feeling the familiar rush of power from inside his body, as he began to pace around the dungeon among the dead mages, ignoring all the dead bodies, performing his Fontaine Formless Palm skills to himself, with no one as the observer. The flow of magicka was strong and powerful again, even if it was weaker than it was before he began absorbing power. Fionn now could use abilities about as well when he first came to Hammerfell...

Fionn didn't leave the dungeon, though. He was going to wait the whole nine hours he knew he needed to fully gain control of all the magicka now in his body. He wasn't the type to leave half done, as he continued his meditation as he moved his hands in accordance with his unarmed combat, letting the magicka flow in his body like he was performing combat.

Every palm strike Fionn made had grown powerful enough to fire shockwaves, leaving palm prints in the walls, and bending the metal bars they struck.