"It is quite beautiful, isn't it?" A familiar voice asked, shocking the hell out of me; what's even more shocking that little mist in front of me churned a little before transforming into my mother, and she did not look like something that is made of mist but like a real person, down to the aura.
"It looked like you have progressed quite a lot in your art," I said in amazement. "I had no choice, either that or death," She said, looking at the sea mist, which is grappling against the sea of a thick grey curse that is trying to consume her every second.
"How did you make such progress? If you did not mind me asking," I asked, feeling extremely curious. What she did was downright shocking, "I would never hide anything from you, my son," Mom said with a smile before looking ahead.
