Worldbender transformers, on the other hand, used their magic to shift and then lived as the new body they created. From the outside, you see a pathera —
But what is INSIDE?
It is one thing to shift your wizard appearance; to give yourself different proportions or facial features. It is another thing to change yourself to a race that looks quite similar to wizards, such as tairan. It is a completely different thing to shift into a beast. Think about it. What happens to everything inside your body? And what happens to everything that makes you a wizard?
“If you became a pathera like Midnight, you might still … kind of … rearrange your insides?” proposed Mushroombird.
“But what if you wanted to turn into a beast significantly larger or smaller than you?” challenged Yves. “And what if you became an object?”
“Rude,” said Mushroombird.
“That is not what I meant,” said Yves.
“Who would want to be an object?” asked Mushroombird.
“Guys, focus,” said Twig. “Please finish the lecture, we need to get back to Vahl.”
“We have three weeks,” said Yves.
“Yes, but will you be conscious and focussed for these three weeks? Tell me just one thing, anything you remember the last three days and I will rest my case.”
“Fair enough,” said Yves.
Yves’ illusions could be hollow or simply filled with random physical mass. Depending on his skill, they could also be realistically detailed, with bones, muscles, organs and all. If he made mistakes or failed to maintain such a detailed pathera illusion, guts and all, it either looked stupid or dissipated. A failed illusion did not harm him because the origin of control was external. No part of his consciousness transferred to his illusions. Yves controlled them from the outside, from within his own body.
“Yes, you do,” said Mushroombird.
Yves’ thoughts broke off. He looked back at her.
“You are in control,” she said.
Yves stared.
Mushroombird smiled. Then she blinked.
Yves had not known that she could still do that, with how much her shaman mask had developed. Or had he? Slowly, he looked over to Twig.
“Let’s continue,” said Mushroombird.
Twig gave him a nod.
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