The air was thin here in the veil and the light surrounding us was dimming. It was weaker than I expected it to be. It was almost like it was crying out to me for help and I didn't know what to do. I looked at my hands and I didn't feel a change in my body the transformation hasn't started yet, meaning I still had time I just didn't know how long. Time was not the same here I could tell. But still I could hear voices all around me, they seem to be weeping.
"You can hear them can't you," I looked over at Lawrence. He was in his true form, an elf but I'm not sure if he was winter or summer. His skin was literally black like fresh coal from the mines. Then I remembered that place on the map of the realm that was pitch black, no sunlight touched that part of the realm. He was
