Dozens of tendrils extended out from Razeal's shadow, stretching out beneath him with more weight, strength, and brilliance than ever before. They didn't look like some hazy, fragile thing anymore this shadow felt alive. Solid. Responsive. Ready.
And as if reading his thoughts, they moved before he could command. A thin, dark platform formed just under his boots, lifting him from the icy ground. Then, like a sudden gust of wind silent, fast, and fluid it carried him swiftly to the right, skimming just centemers above the frozen surface.
But it didn't stop there.
