Elric settled into the deep, and we swapped places.
From his memories, I knew that Elric was becoming a bit used to this transition, but I erased mine from him because on my side, this transition was not gentle, and when Elric was an Acolyte, the memories of my transition would break his mind.
For me, this transition from the state of hollow to flesh was violent, as I was water being forced out of a broken jar, all at once, without choosing to, into a body that was already dying.
The darkness was everywhere inside this body, and I noted the broken ribs and the channels that were strained from the dense amount of darkness being pushed into it, enough darkness that a normal Arcanist would have exploded… This demon was not gentle, precisely because it knew how much damage this body could take, and above all of this was the Law of Darkness that I could now feel with the senses of Elric.
