"Oh, don't be so dramatic! I've only killed the old you!"
Revian's eyes flickered with life, the color in his skin returning moments after Caelistra's voice broke through the gloom looming over him.
The world returned its brightness, the stillness of the two sitting next to Revian slowly subsiding.
The giant tail clutching Revian unfurled at the same time, dropping him to the floor. With one swift movement, Caelistra drew the space-borne spear from his chest, bringing with it some of his blood. Still, that wasn't the most peculiar aspect of its impalement.
There was a huge black mass—large as a giant fist—that thumped against the space, trying its darndest to escape as if it were... alive.
"Just as I thought," Caelistra pondered, swinging away the lingering blood on the spear before dispelling her control over it.
