The shadows began to writhe, as if they had a life of their own, or rather, as if they still retained some life.
Lloyd noticed it, and tensed up.
It still wasn't over?
He still hadn't caused them enough damage?
His instinct told him it was so, his mind too.
After all if the mission hadn't been completed it must be because he still hadn't defeated all his enemies.
The shadows writhed on the ground, until they joined together again, forming a mass of shadows, which began to mold itself.
The shadows came to adopt a liquid-solid consistency, it was like a sculpture made of a dense liquid.
The first thing the boy could perceive was a jaguar, made of dense shadows, which still smoked a bit of darkness.
Its characteristic spots shone a bright purple color, as did its eyes that glowed threateningly, observing Lloyd.
However, the shadows still hadn't finished molding, giving that creature a rider.
It was a goblin, also made of shadows.
