After returning from that expedition in Berlin, I found myself with another dream, a phantasm, a ghost, pale white, yet as soon as my hands touched it, it turned completely black as with the rest of the world. In that moment I awoke and I knew, I had once more found myself given a new ability. At once, I had to test it, I put on my usual gloves and as soon as I did, they turned black themselves. I found myself able to produce dark shadowy hands from my gloves, and these hands acted with my though and direction. To do as I would command them, as I would with my normal hands.

Instantly, I set to train and focus my mind to hone in on these new 'appendages' I was gifted with. My mind, it seemed, couldn't work fast enough and I seemed to have needed to maintain my focus on any tasks I perform with these phantasmal hands. I considered the possibilities and decided that I'd do something I had sworn off. I'd learn to fight with my hands, a barbaric task, but someone had to do it. With it, I knew, that once my body and mind learned to perform these acts of violence, I could then begin to perform them with my other hands, as well, which will be useful in the future to combat any threats like that Hunter from before. The Cloak, it would seem, had undergone some changes of its own. If I didn't know any better, I'd say I was turning into one of those space monks from an old sci-fi movie series that had now been dropped of. For the gods, I would hope not.