I returned to the camp, feeling a sense of emptiness inside me after I finished what I had set out to do.
They were all dead, of course. I did not go there to do things by halves. At least those who were not the masterminds were dead.
I used that new realisation that I could control people through those shadow tendrils to force them to beat each other to death, finding it poetic irony for them to die at each others' hands instead of mine in the end.
While I could only split my consciousness to control one person at a time, the shadow tendrils remained stuck to them as long as I maintained some semblance of pressure over their existence.
And if those shadow tendrils were stuck to those people, they won't be able to move either. Also, I could materialise those shadow tendrils from any shadow around me so they didn't need to extend from my body.
