Once the transformation is complete, Sylvia finally stops writhing in my arms. She falls limp for a second from the utter exhaustion of the trauma she’d just endured. “Syl? Are you okay?” I ask timidly.
She scrambles to her feet and looks around frantically while a high-pitched whine echoes from her chest.
She can’t answer me. She looks terrified, and I don’t know how to help her.
“Oh, Sylvia… what have you gotten us into now?” I whisper. How was Barquan able to use his shifting magic on her? Something... someone must've strengthened his power. But how?
Then I notice a sound approaching. Footsteps are climbing the spiral staircase of the tower, and I realize that someone must’ve heard the racket we were making.
Sylvia begins pacing nervously in a circle, her whines becoming more fran
