134 A Reckoning In the Making

Anima swirled around the newly awoken Reed and shimmered in jubilation as if it had suddenly met an old friend. The grasslands shone with a golden hue reminiscent of the rising sun and the turbulent, ferocious squalls of rain turned into gentle showers of radiant light.

The thunderstorm itself, a byproduct of the Anima that'd be drawn to the phantoms' wills during the fight had shifted its allegiance to the person it'd considered the highest-ranking individual among the three of them: Reed.

Even though Reed's limit, the amount of Anima he could gather within himself, had shrunken considerably, his connection to it had not. If anything, it'd grown even stronger than before.

It was as if the somewhat faint and ambiguous connection had been cleared up.

"This feels pretty nice... Is this what you've been hogging to yourself?"