He pointed toward the irregular black mass—the thing pulsing like a living organ within Azzy's soul.
Devorah lifted her hand, studying the mass in silence for several seconds before she finally spoke. "Actually, it is not dangerous. Not in the way you fear."
Azzy turned to her quickly. "Then what is it?"
Devorah said, lifting her chin, "That is the core of an Arcana spirit. In human terms, think of it as a fetus—unformed, formless, but full of potential. Except, unlike a child, this one can be shaped into any form you desire."
Azzy's eyes widened slightly. "You mean I can create an Arcana spirit… from this?"
