Little Birdie

After shutting Karandiel up, Mio glanced at Mara for a moment before stiffening up and slowly turning around to look at Ackster.

"You get it, right?"

"Already wiped from my memory."

"Excellent."

"Where's Puppy, by the way? I haven't seen him yet."

"He hasn't stopped flying since that final battle. He evolved or something. I think it was a combination of eating parts of you, who turned into a god, and playing a significant role in The Hero's defeat. He's got twelve wings."

Ackster raised his eyebrows. He hadn't expected Puppy to evolve so quickly again. But maybe the proximity to something so dangerous as The Hero, the Voice, and the Observer had spurred Puppy's dormant instincts and genes that had slumbered ever since it took over its miniature world.

Combined with Ackster's flesh, blood, and Ichor of limitless potential, maybe it wasn't so strange that Puppy evolved again. But Ackster looked forward to the bird's speed.