August on the other hand was freaking out. So she was really telling the truth. What has the world come to? He had just processed the afterlife and now, shrimps are living in the desert. What is going to come next, monkeys in space?
"Augustine, try to use what you read," Azrael shouted from her place, relaxing back in her seat.
Augustine breathed out, right he can do it. It's just a shrimp. In the middle of the desert, and almost the same height as him. He didn't try to think further. It was already scary enough.
Augustine tried to remember the words, 'Control your breathing rhythm, don't think of anything else other than the magic you want to perform.'
August focused on his breathing, trying to imagine the caliginous bubble he read in the book.
He gestured for the hand facing each other with a bit of space between them. 'Think as if you are collecting mist from the surroundings.' August closed his eyes, trying to do as it said.
