How casually he had pointed in that direction, as if the distance could be crossed with a single step, but the dunes that had been their destination were at least seventeen kilometers away.
Seventeen kilometers.
That was how far they had to travel to reach the dunes the shadow was leading them toward.
Lyn didn't have it in him to worry about the oddity of someone possessing a living, moving shadow that could act independently of its host body.
The magic and science behind it were insane, to say the least. Thinking about it further, how did Damon's body even react to light if he didn't have a shadow.
Shadows were a natural obstruction of light. That was how they were formed. Yet without one, in broad daylight, Damon was a strange sight.
Lyn had witnessed it. Damon simply didn't cast a shadow once his original one left.
But—
'Why didn't a new one form when the original left.' He thought his analytic nature was taking over for a moment.
