Mother dragged seven legs inward while her torso sank between the joints, plates cracking loose beneath her wounded left side. Hajin stayed on the ledge and watched the feeding strands tighten around her changing body instead of hauling it away.
'Shrinking doesn't make you lighter, lady, that's still ten Shards crammed into a smaller box.'
The ten Shards gathered toward her torso as the outline filling the cavern pulled narrower around them.
The discarded shell crashed across stone her legs vacated while heat rolled off the shrinking mass and pressure crowded him. He watched through Divine Eyes for the wound beneath the movement, keeping its lost flesh separate from the smaller shape.
Blood still leaked from the joint where her front left scythe tore free under his strike.
"Yeah, keep bleeding, that one's mine," he muttered, flexing his left fingers around the Chain.
