The seventh wave reached me, and I was too numb to mourn my staff or check the series of vibrations from my status screen; my body could only move and fight.
I was in a strange state. I did not remember my name or anything about my life, but my thoughts were clear, and everything that was left in me only had one purpose… to move and to fight.
If my mind was clear, I knew that I should be afraid, because it seemed as if my body had been taken over by someone else, but I knew this was not the truth… this was still me, a part that I could not reach until I had stripped everything about Elric the Acolyte away.
In this state, I did not wonder about anything at all; my thoughts were simple: just move and fight.
I threw the broken half of the Stormbound Fuchsia to my left hand, the two-foot length of cracked wood still humming with the dying embers of the transformation that had been cut short.
