The darkness pouring from my mouth moved unnaturally, as if it were extremely heavy. It went down my chin and hit the cobbles and spread along the burning street.
When it touched the flames, the darkness just swallowed it and continued spreading, and in a short while, several houses and the street behind me were covered by darkness, and I was the only being of color in the midst of it.
'The Grimoire is a dimension,' the Hollow Avatar had said, a few moments ago before I began to vomit darkness. 'This one is a place of fire laws, folded into the shape of a book. It is a world within a world, sustained by the Sovereign's will, and the bounded piece of creation.'
'I know. A Grimoire is a separate dimension from the world, anchored to a soul, Caldus told me this himself.'
'But you are also a dimension.'
I paused. 'What?'
