"My blood forms the basis of it. There's enough magic in to allow me to open a connection to you. If you can feel out its presence, I believe you should be able to use it in turn."

He tilts his head thoughtfully, frowning in concentration as he focuses on reaching out with it.

Not your preferred type of spellcasting, I know.

Wrathion's voice manifests itself in Anduin's head, all warmly amused, but his expression is still fixed in a thoughtful frown of concentration -- lips firmly pressed together, not moving.

Yet not beyond you, I think. Didn't you once mind control some SI:7 agents?