[ It sure is. Every once in a while, Ryoji opens his eyes and glances down at the page. He had said he admired being able to bring thought into reality, but seen Nyx on the page... a shiver runs down the back of his neck, and he looks away again. ]
...Like that, towering... dozens of feet tall, it looked like.
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...Like that, towering... dozens of feet tall, it looked like.