[Daqiang huffs out a soft scoff. Not enough to disturb the dragonflies that are now getting so very close. But he can only find amusement in G'raha warning him not to get bitten. As if the dragonflies could do any real harm to him.

As G'raha's hand comes down to trap the one that landed on him, Daqiang's hands dart out to trap two dragonflies that had been flying too closely together between the cage of his own fingers. He only wanted to look at one, but having two to examine would give him time to stand quietly and allow the small crowd that just scattered to rebuild itself.]

Of course the magics of creation existed. They are simply lost now that the Three Realms has succeeded in becoming real where other realms have not. The Ruins of Ten Thousand Heavens are evidence enough of that.