Several hours seemed to have drifted by… yet in truth, barely a few minutes had slipped through the world.
Grey stood still, a faint frown tugging at the edges of his calm expression. His gaze stretched far into the distance, past the scorched soil, past the ring of blazing fire that enclosed the battlefield, past even the trembling horizon itself.
If someone could follow his line of sight, they would notice that it pierced through the smoke-filled skies straight toward a distant city.
But Grey said nothing.
He simply stood there, quietly observing the storm of changes unfolding inside his body. Ever since he forcibly fused the shadow back into himself, Grey felt… complete, in a strange and unsettling way. It was as though a part of him that had been missing without his knowledge had suddenly snapped back into place.
Yet that feeling of wholeness came with a painful revelation.
He now understood the true consequences of the failed soul possession.
