The sun still hangs high in the sky, our path clear as day. Today, we'll finally learn to fight as a team. But before that…
"I'll take the back. I need to do something as we walk—no glancing back!" I command, earning countless suspicious looks from my companions. Figures. But it can't be helped. Before we begin, I need to deal with my scythe. Right now, it's nothing more than a sharp blade to hack someone down up close. It needs more than that—it needs a power worthy of me.
I twirl my quill between my fingers, mind racing. If I'm choosing control as my path, then my scythe should be the mask behind those powers. But what should it control?
Time.
The idea hits me, heavy and dangerous. What if I gave it the ability to control the flow of time?
