Being regressed in size and age may have greatly diminished your power, but you've still got enough juice to cast a few simple spells. The tendril of consciousness lifted up and away from Vanilla's body and hung in the air, moving and twisting to observe as much as it could. It quietly the snoring bunch of mobians laying all over the room, all of them completely unaware of your presence.
After a moment's consideration, the tendril continues its growing journey out of Vanilla's abdomen slithered toward...
After a moment's consideration, the tendril continues its growing journey out of Vanilla's abdomen slithered toward...
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June 2, 2023
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