Swoosh!
Swoosh!
Elttil flew up the mountain, the features of his face visible on the dark cloud, but it was ethereal.
Swoosh!
The cloud of darkness reached the top of the mountain.
The top was a small clearing, flat as if one had cut the area with a giant sword.
The cloud of darkness transformed in the air, forming Elttil's body.
Thud!
He landed on the mountain.
Rumble!
A thunder roared in the sky, just above their heads. A strong wind blew, wind strong enough to cut an ordinary human into pieces and blow any weak beast tamers off the mountain.
But Elttil stood calmly as if his feet were rooted in the ground. He had no clothes. Darkness covered his naked body, forming a cape of darkness.
Suddenly, his eyes widened. The sharp beastly instincts he gained when he fused with the beast reacted.
Swoosh!
He threw back his hand covered in shadows.
A darkness dagger flew out of his palm.
