"Damn, not letting me rest even for a moment!!"
Ricky cursed while flying through the dense, ancient forest, his voice sharp with irritation. He was already reeling from the aftermath of his evolution, barely able to make sense of the changes within his body—and now, without warning, a strange spiritual force had appeared out of nowhere.
His antenna twitched sharply.
Something was moving.
No—it was moving toward him.
The unknown force seemed to be chasing after his breath, drawn to his very existence.
Cold wind howled past him like resentful ghosts crying in the night. Ricky's massive form, brimming with newly awakened strength, carved a path through the forest canopy like a blade slashing through silk.
Ancient tree branches withered on contact, rotting away the moment they entered his pulsating spiritual field, corrupted by the thick toxins swirling around him like an invisible storm.
After half an hour of high-speed flight, he finally stopped.
