Driven by Instinct
Adam's long hair swirled under Sylvie's palm, a dance that captured everyone's shocked gazes.
His eyes snapped open next, revealing two dark whirlpools of pure chaos reflecting his mental state—no emotions, no consciousness... no desires. No, that wasn't quite true, for two things endured Muninn's divine magic and still blazed: the hatred cultivated by the fragment and his awakened instinct!
Muninn cawed again, its eyes glinting with viciousness as it manipulated Adam's memories. But confusion soon clouded its eyes, and danger tickled its feathers.
The air contorted around its figure, obscuring its dark frame with a veil of invisibility as it shot to the ceiling and overlooked Adam's movements. And just as it had felt, danger befell Sylvie a split second later.
Adam moved his knuckle bracer in front of Sylvie's wide eyes. From the stump, replacing his left hand, an inferno of dark flames flickered into existence.