Celeste
I walked over and picked up the Shadow Gladius. It felt different now. Lighter. The weight that had pressed against my hands my whole life was gone, replaced by something that fit me like an extension of my own arm.
I drew the blade.
Shadow smoke curled off the edges in gentle midnight ribbons. The dark glow lit the room. I could feel the warmth building inside me, the power flowing between my hand and the steel like a current. My wolf stretched inside my chest, content, whole, watching the blade with me.
I felt compelled to touch the tip.
The moment I did, it pricked my finger. A tiny bead of blood touched the steel.
Everything went dark.
I knew this place. The inner darkness. The space between myself and myself. I looked up and saw two figures standing in front of me. The
