Shadow Control was the skill that allowed Damon to command intangible shadows, moving them freely with massive consumption of shadow energy. But more than that… it could command masterless shadows—phantoms that had no bodies, no anchor to the world.
He wanted to try something.
These creatures… they made his shadow react. He wanted to see if he could control one of them—use Shadow Control to bend it to his will.
His hand pointed toward one of the humanoid void-born, its eyeless face locked on the orb of light Damon was holding.
He willed it to stop—pushed with everything he had.
It didn't even flinch.
The curse burned in his arm, and he fired his omnidirectional gear, the line latching onto a shattered rooftop. He pulled himself out of the creature's reach just as it lunged.
"Well… it was worth a try," he muttered, a self mocking grin cutting across his face.
The attempt had failed. But that had only been his secondary objective.
