I sat with my thoughts for a moment. Just for the sheer fact that this skill made me immune to the magic of that goat-horned demon, and was going to reduce the time of my growth by a ridiculous amount, since it granted voluntary access to the stripped state of my consciousness that had taken over at the end of the last loop.
That thing that was me and yet not me, the mind that had drunk demon blood and crushed throats and fought without a head, I could now enter that state at will.
The warning: the hollow may not return what it borrows was the line that landed hardest.
What do you mean, may not return? By all the lights in all heaven, is this skill mine, or am I a part of the skill?
Was a celestial skill, whether broken or not, even meant for a human?
The words of that goat-horned demon entered my mind once more,
"You have the body of a Nascent Achon, you fight like a Maker… When you should fight like a Daemon."
