FORBIDDEN FATE: MY PROFESSORS' MATE
"They care about the status quo. A Zeen is an asset. A Siphon is an apocalypse. Now, get down."
"What are you doing?" I asked, watching as a faint, shimmering mist began to rise from the floorboards.
"Saving your ungrateful lives," Nyla muttered.
She reached into the folds of her cloak and pulled out a tattered, shimmering piece of fabric. It looked like woven moonlight, shifting between silver and deep violet. With a sharp flick of her wrist, she draped it over herself and me.
The world didn't disappear, but it became... muffled. Like looking through a sheet of frosted glass. I looked down at my hands and gasped. I couldn't see them. I was a ghost in the room.
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