Chapter 297: Acceleration Gale
“...supposed to happen?” Windgiver’s voice was laced with [concern] as I pulled free from my prison of scale-flesh, leaving the glowing strands of what I’d been behind, but there was nothing to be concerned about - not anymore.
“...happens every time, I’m pretty sure. I wouldn’t worry about it,” not-Needle answered him.
As soon as I pulled fully free from the remnants of my old scale-flesh, a tension that I hadn’t even realized existed loosened from between my scales. It shed itself, fading away like the threat of the very thing it represented.
Ephemeral. Fleeting. False.
A heavy hiss escaped me, strong enough to challenge the steaming hiss of the ore-flesh beast.
…I supposed it wasn’t that strong. Unthinking though it might have been, the ore-flesh beast’s hisses were among the most powerful I could ever imagine. Still, it felt that strong.
I’d needed that.
With another hiss, this one significantly lighter, I looked toward Windgiver. The Coreless was staring at me with [hope] and [anticipation] now, though there was a slight smattering of [worry] filtering through our connection.
I, however, wasn’t worried.