657. Adopted!

For Sylvester, a year passed, living on the planet in that void. He tried his best to destroy the huge rock in space, but it wasn't that easy. The more he tried to manipulate the magnetic fields, the more nature tried to fight him to return to its natural state. 

Tired, sore, and mentally exhausted, he had enough of it. At best, he could bring about some earthquakes and kill the natives by increasing gravity on their bodies so much they'd splatter flat on the ground. Mass, apocalyptic-scale destruction was still hard to do. 

"Chonky, let's go back," Sylvester tiredly sat up on his hammock by the sea. "You must be bored."

Miraj yawned and woke up from the sandcastle he had made with his paws, "I've been bored for so long, Maxy—I wanna go home and snuggle in Big Mum's arms."