"You stood there with your eyes closed for more than half an hour. It should be a few minutes to midnight now. How do you feel?"
The firelight in the Dead Forest had dimmed considerably, but the gray snowfall in the night sky continued to drift down. With Dr. Schneider's assistance, Shard sat down on the other half of the grindstone buried deep in the snow, then looked down at his own hands:
"The demon wants to see my appearance, then transform into my likeness to deal with me."
He placed his right arm on his right knee, his upper body slightly leaning forward, and looked at the doctor in front of him:
"So, I saw myself."
"No, no, that wasn't yourself, that was your shadow."
The doctor corrected:
"I understand Goethe's power; what you saw was merely the self you generally can't see. It seems you gained something from it?"
"Yes."
