MAGICKA LEVEL 100%
RESTORED TO 100%
As Aetius extended out her mind, her magicka testing itself against the Spire, something seemed almost to reach back. It was doubly or triply as powerful as her own, resonating and humming. But only her own words came back to her--amplified so as to be deafening, and unpleasantly so. She would hear her own thoughts, echoing and repeating, adding on top of one another until it was a mad cacophony of her own words careening about inside her mind.
This would build rapidly, a pain lashing through her head, a tendril of magic from the Spire arcing out and searing a thin burn over the owl's breastfeathers. At last, it would subside, leaving the thoughts echoing down into silence.
@Aetius