Leonel put his spear away and raised the little mink in his arms, observing the little guy curiously.
When he focused in on the blobs of black, Leonel realized something astonishing. Each one of them had a different character to them.
Those with stronger presences were larger while those with weaker ones were smaller. But, it wasn't just this either. Each seemed to have a different feel.
The largest of them carried a biting cold to them. There were two of them in total. One seemed to want to completely envelop you in an avalanche while the other was sharp like a thin, cooled knife slicing into your body.
Leonel felt like he remembered them from somewhere…
'Those 12 ice guards, two of them reminded me of this feeling!'
Leonel's eyes widened in realization. These blobs, they were the shadows of the enemies Little Blackstar had killed.
'Blackstar can't absorb them?' Leonel thought, confused. '… They're disappearing too.'