The Divine Blood answered the call and this time instead of seeping out of his body, it started to form out of thin air, forming the body... starting from the legs.
Short, petite... the proportions of a girl who looked roughly 14or 15 years old, rendered in the smooth matte black of the Divine Blood at rest.
He looked at it.
The body stood exactly where he had called it. Arms at its sides, head level, the entire surface still and quiet as an object. Because that was what it was — an object, just a shape and an empty container.
The consciousness that should have followed the form out into the physical world had not moved. It sat in the Soul Space the same way it always sat, chained and still, the blue energy of it entirely separate from the black shell standing in his office.
He sat back in his chair and looked at the empty Nina-shaped shell standing in front of his desk and said nothing for a long moment.
