I focused my will, projecting the command for the Curasee body to initiate the infestation. The moment the thought crystallised in my mind, the physical form of the husk became hazy and translucent, as if its molecular structure were turning incorporeal.
Then, without warning, it surged forward—not as a physical crawl, but as a jagged bolt of lightning, striking directly into the heart of my shadow.
The impact was cataclysmic. I felt as if my consciousness had been forcibly pried open and cast into the centre of a raging ocean. I was no longer a master of my own fate; I was a feather caught in a hurricane, tossed violently up and down with every passing pulse of metaphysical energy.
The shadow I had infested was nothing like the stagnant, dark void I had imagined. I had naively believed it would be a dormant reservoir of energy—a dead thing that I could easily dominate and manipulate using the Curasee's parasitic traits. I thought I would simply step in and flip a switch.
