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Shit. Ok. We have things called sweetmetals. They're like, a link to another dimension that's pretty much all magic. They can be made by humans. Sometimes they're artwork, sometimes they're random objects. They just have to mean a fuck load to the person making them. And one of those sweetmetals was an ink. For some reason, it was more powerful than most of the other sweetmetals. Like crazy fucking strong. And my friend tattooed me with that ink. So now my arm is a fucking open doorway to my source magic? That's the best I got, man.