Connected to my magic, my world, I feel invincible. I’m dying, and everything is dying around me—but the thrill of an epic battle is, as it always has been, intoxicating.
The crush and swell of pitch-black demonic bodies is dizzying, but Cendrion navigates through them with expert precision. No longer does he hide his darkness—it’s out in the open for everyone to see. He uses it to deadly effect, glitching across the sky, phasing us in and out of existence to avoid enemies and attack hapless victims.
He banks sharply. I lean left as he tilts right, instinctively counterbalancing. I swipe at an enterprising shadowbeast that dares to dart overhead, opening its belly with my blade. It emits a horrible squeal and falls away. Cendrion straightens and I adjust. I’m like an extension of his dra
