'Mimicry.'
Killian cleared his throat, then lightly massaged it. The last time he had anything to do with Mimicry, he nearly cried from the pain.
His last save was keeping the Void Womb (Crystal) stale for long, and the Void Reborn at only 0.1%.
He tapped [Yes] and felt a familiar surge of his mana, pooling towards his throat.
He clutched his chest, folding his knees as pain shot through his torso leading to his neck. Regret. For a likely upgrade of the Sound Bead, he would have to suffer the drawbacks of Mimicry.
However it didn't last very long as his breathing stabilized, just when he swallowed a gulp of his own saliva. He breathed out, leaning on a tree.
"I hate it. What is that about—" He paused, and reached for his throat. His voice sounded deeper.
He touched his ears. "Or is it my ears playing tricks on me…"
He trailed off when the tone coming from his voice was scarily not his. Or at least, not the one he had taken the last fifteen years to grow into.
