Shadows of the Lost
“I know you’ve heard of me, but I’ll introduce myself for formality. The name’s Sloane. I’m a fifteen-year-old powerful and intimidating Shadowest from Beththorphe Empire.”
Flicking her thumb, a midnight-black shadow appeared beside her, reflecting her height. She patted it before talking once again. “My shadow’s in level two and it’s a Scyrawing type, because I’m a weapon summoner.” The moment she said the word summon, a dagger flew in the air, which she caught by simply raising her hand.
The presence of her shadow and her weapon has intimidated most of their circles that they ended up summoning their shadow, flickering different intensities of darkness.
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