The sun of Mythlorien rose above the colossal treetops, filtering in a golden light that danced over Lisa's pristine white fur. The morning air was crisp, thick with the scent of dew and pure mana that grew fainter the farther they got from the Astralis Tree.
Lohan, in his crystalline blue slime form, was firmly anchored to the fox's back through selective stickiness, not fully wrapping around her like a living armor, just hitching a ride the way they used to do at the start of their friendship.
He could feel every rhythmic, agile movement of Lisa's as she leapt over twisted roots and forest streams, heading toward the elven capital, Thalendor.
Lohan was in a state of semi meditation, with the Collective Synaptic Sync running in the background while he kept three clones active, each accompanying a different Astralis Requiem hunting group.
Suddenly, a massive wave of energy and data flooded his core!
