I'd reconstitute myself, not by some opportunity I had made, nor by some trick I had done, only because I was allowed, and I knew that then.
I stood in those darks sands, a new creature, yet weak all the same, useless, all the same.
"Even now, its so obvious... you being an outsider... or maybe you just prefer spirit manipulation and weapons arts... but I don't think that's the case... I prefer my weapon art because its powerful and unorthodox... you just seem to cling on to the most familiar thing. Tell me, have you developed any spells?" As the monster spoke, he had been weaving something in his hands, something of mana, something dreadful, something infinitely complex.
I shook my head no, for I could not speak, and to oppose anything he was doing, but I knew it was futile.
"I'm going to show you the power of a spell, a proper one. An old one. 'Self Devouring Cycle of Greed: Samsara.'" The monster spoke and I heard, but I was not fast enough to see.
