A Demonic Spirit.
Certainly things were picking up…
I inhaled deeply, flying through the desolation and deeply in thought about what to do to destroy this wasteland of a creature.
For a while, nothing came to me; it wasn't until I was tired of thinking that I noticed something odd.
'I've… I've been flying?'
Indeed, I have.
'No, I've been flying! All this time, if it was a normal sky wouldn't I have flown so far away already? Enough to fly out of this Spirit.'
Thinking about it made my eyes slowly widen, a vague realization that was slowly solidifying was surfacing in my eyes.
There was no doubt about it.
I've been trapped.
'Oh hell no!'
There was too much going on right now to be trapped in a place like?
'How did this even happen?!'
I let out a tired sigh.
Then I stopped flying, tilting horizontally, the knives of flames keeping me suspended in the dark expanse.
