It was raining as John and Azelis returned after having dinner at around 9 o'clock.
"Alright, we've finished dinner, and you've trained plenty today. It's time to sleep."
But just as Azelis spoke, John felt something stirring within his soul space.
"My Pymon evolved." John's eyes sparkled, and he waved his hand.
From a hazy golden light with black sparks that shot out of John, a majestic falcon manifested.
Sleek body covered in shimmering feathers of blue, grey, and gold, crackling with wind, water, and lightning energy as if harboring a violent storm.
The blade-like wings whip up gales with every beat as Pymon cries loudly in joy and power, leaving trails of charged mist in his wake.
Pymon's glowing azure eyes with a new golden flicker in them cut through fog and rain, while the talons and beak spark with storm-forged power.
When Pymon dives, he becomes like a thunderbolt— swift, precise, and deadly.
