Meon crawled backwards unable to move his left leg, with his ankle dislocated and blood streaming down his knee… he was hurt but completely oblivious to how it had happened in the first place. He finally rested his back on a thick concrete wall – a dead end. He needed to get out of here but he feared letting his shadow out, his eyes darted around the entire room in search of what had attacked him out of the blues, it might have just been his vision getting blur but right now he felt like the room was getting darker.
He heard something burst open… he didn’t know what it was or how to react, he couldn’t rely on his arcana or his shadow would break out. “Stop being stubborn or you’ll die” the cold voice of his shadow spoke… he was hovering over him now – He came out.
“No, I didn’t give you
