Kyang?
It was the moment when a human scream and a fox’s cry intersected.
As if a smoke bomb had exploded, my vision blurred for a second before clearing up. The situation that unfolded with this classic effect was obvious.
“Kyaaaah!”
Ke-e-e-eng!
Having turned into a fox, I stood on all fours, my fur bristling as I jumped in place.
“Finally, I’m back.”
Thesilid, who had regained his original form, swept his silver bangs back as if finally liberated.
[‘The Scales that Judge the Soul’ pretends to cover its eyes with its hands, saying it’s dying of embarrassment, but peeks through the gaps.]
[‘The World-Building Spirit’ clicks its tongue and covers the gaps with its own hands.]
Thesilid turned around and put on his clothes. By the time he was buttoning his shirt, his silver hair grew long, covering his back and absorbing the darkness of the night.
When he finished dressing and turned to look at me, his eyes…