Worm of Time

This was... the little worm Mr. Sun had spat out after Amon's Avatar possessed him and Mr. Fool helped remove the possession!

Angel immediately recalled the scene that resident of the City of Silver had shown them that day. Besides Amon, who wore a black pointed soft hat and a crystal monocle over his right eye, there had been a worm with twelve segments beside him, identical to the one in her hand.

Twelve. In all those books interpreting occult symbolism, that number was associated with time. After all, both day and night lasted twelve hours. Heh, I actually failed to notice back then that this was exactly the same as on Earth... Angel muttered to herself, remembering that the Hanged Man had offered a partial interpretation at the time. He had believed it was the legendary "Worm of Time," very likely a medium Amon used to create avatars and parasitize others.

This was confirmed by the way the Worm of Time had parasitized Angel's illusion, and how Amon's Avatar had split off an even thinner worm before dying, attempting to parasitize her again.

Like a Mythical Creature's blood, or Ouroboros's scales... Could my blood, or the serpentine hair of my mythical creature form, achieve something similar? Surely I wouldn't have to cut off a living snake from my hair? That might make me lose control on the spot... But if I deliberately concentrated some of my power at the tip of a strand before cutting it off, could it become a special material that carried my power, like concentrated, condensed blood?

Guided by her spirituality, the two little transparent worms, still scalding hot, also fell into Angel's hand. Looking at these remains of Amon's Avatar, one large and two small, Angel still found it hard to believe that one