And then I stared at my masterpiece. The shadows that I completely surrender to, the shadows that became a part of me now, only receded when I wanted it to. I felt for that power once again at the back of my head. I felt my body once more, seeing my pale, thin figure and the black dress I was wearing.
I looked perfectly fine. But everything around me did not.
I was standing at the sand floor once again, my feet feeling steady ground. It was not the intangible form of the shadows again. Neither was it the limitless, infinite feeling of completely being able to go wherever I wanted to.
I was nychta once again, small, but definitely powerful.
And there in front of me was the Scorpion of Salquine. Or more of, the remains of it.
The shell was not able to shield it from me. The hard shell t
