With a sigh, I released my titan form. All this while, I had been holding on to it, expecting a new wave of danger, but enough time had passed, and if danger was coming, it was still distant.
My body folded into itself, and I went from a titan to a man in about ten seconds. When it was done, I was still sitting beside the skull, and I called towards me the pen I had dropped when the blade came into me, and looked at it fondly.
It was true that the right tool made the mage, and the journey to gather materials for my Grimoire no longer seemed so foolish. If I could control so much power with one Magus Tool, the Inscriber Pen, then my Grimoire would have more spectacular surprises waiting for me.
I glanced down at my body, and I was surprised that there were still strips of clothing clinging to my form, and as I watched, they were mending. Faint white fog drifted from the valley and was absorbed by them, and slowly my clothes were reforming from their pieces.
