Ian's voice was steady and powerful, carrying a hint of mental suggestion.
"I... I am Gaga... and I will become the strongest Raven! Gaaah!"
The excruciating pain, however, only sharpened Gaga's consciousness.
It "saw" the ancient, dust-sealed fragments deep within its bloodline.
A boundless Shadow World, a colossal Night Kite soaring on beating wings, its form shifting freely between reality and shadow, its talons shredding prey, its cry making a hundred beasts tremble...
"Shadow... Jump..."
It murmured, and with a soft CRACK, an invisible shackle within its body began to fracture.
But the energy was too berserk!
The bloodlines of the Flowing Wind Shadow Crow and its own Shadow Night Kite, though both avian, possessed conflicting attributes.
Wind and shadow, speed and Concealment—the two forces intertwined, tearing at each other, threatening to rip it apart from within.
"Ian... I'm being torn apart... Ga..."
