Nikolai looked at his hands. Even with the darkness that surrounded him like a hungry beast, he could see. The pain should have broken him, but all he could feel the clarity.
It was the same clarity you get after a long feverish night—the clarity you have after looking death in the eyes and telling it to return another day.
'I'm no longer human.' Nikolai clenched his fists, released them, and clenched them again. 'These...'
He traced his long-curved ears, which pointed to the side instead of pointing up. His hands left his ears and traveled to the two small horns on his head. They were an extension of his forehead, not separate parts. They were curved as well, pointing upward.
Leaving the horns, Nikolai touched his teeth. As his index finger touched his canine, he felt a prick, and blood leaked out of his finger. They were sharper than most swords.
[You have awakened several traits of Dark Faes. Do you wish to generate a summary?]
"Yes?"
