"A body? A ritual and a transfer?" Neve said internally, his mind struggling to process the concept.
It was something he had only heard about in movies and maybe in books. But to hear about it in real life, coming from the original owner of his body, he thought Skarr was probably playing a prank on him. This seemed impossible. This seemed like fantasy.
But what could he do? If it was the only way to help Skarr and get him out of his head, he would gladly do it. It would be killing two birds with one stone. He would be freeing Skarr from his imprisonment while also freeing himself from the dark magic that was blocking his power development.
It was a win for both of them.
Neve rubbed his warm palms together nervously. It was warm in the cave despite being deep underground in the outcast territory. He missed home where it was cold. He missed the snow falling outside. He missed the leopard tribe caves with their familiar stone walls.
