I sensed a hesitation in her. It was a cold, calculated pause that vibrated through the shaft of my spear. Of course, she had to feel that way; I had reached into the deepest, most guarded sanctum of her ambition.
I knew how hard it was to achieve the ultimate goal she had in her mind—an objective that required more than just racial talent; it required cosmic alignment.
Zip
The sound was like a sticker being ripped off a surface. Using some sort of latent power I hadn't accounted for, she forcibly tore my contract away from her ephemeral form.
"I'll need more than just words to prove your worth to me," her voice echoed, no longer dispersed but centred, carrying a weight of cold evaluation as if she already had a plan for the two of us. "See you later."
Clang!
My spear hit the stone ground with a jarring ring. I felt something melt away beneath my boots. I wasn't seeing things—my shadow vibrated violently for a second before it turned a little pale, losing its density.
