At a snap of her fingers, several skeletons emerged from the ground and gave chase to the terrified Fluffy. They wouldn't tire, relent, or stop before he was done with his twenty laps.
"Garrik, why don't you help me?" It was barely the second lap, and the Byk was already panting.
"I don't mind that we always get last place, Fluffy, but I'm worried about you. You do nothing but eat and sleep all day." After a life of imprisonment and loneliness, Garrik wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone put his best friend on a diet.
Yet he had no problem letting someone else do his dirty job.
"Thanks, Mister Nok."
"Don't thank me and call me Nok, kid." The real Nok had taken Fluffy's place as Garrik's steed in the children's magical games.
"Only if you call me Garrik. I'm not a kid!" The young Fomor-Tyrant hybrid grunted.
"Sure thing, kid Garrik." Nok laughed while scoring with a powerful earth spell.
"That's not funny! But since we are winning, I'll forgive you. Did you really trick your mom like that in the past?"
"Many times." Nok replied. "Once I helped her look for me just to see how long it would take her to recognize me as I screamed my own name right by her side."
"You're mean, Nok." Garrik said while laughing his head off. "How did it go?"
"A meddlesome vampire pointed out to her that I was the only Byk in Lightkeep." Nok sighed. "Mom was so shocked by my prank and embarrassed at the idea she had failed to recognize me that she now thinks I'm the only Byk in this house, too."
"But this is no Lightkeep." Garrik said.
"Mom is a bit slow to adapt to changes." The Byk shrugged.
Nok had stopped being a squishy furball soon after moving to Lightkeep. With no other Byks to mate with, no prey to chase, and surrounded by deadly predators, his appetite had waned.
He had gone from the king of his small hill to a small fish surrounded by sharks. He had been kicked out of the food chain and relegated to the role of mascot. The Undead would pet and feed him like they would with a cute little dog, which destroyed Nok's pride.
With so much free time and a burning desire to be respected, the young Byk had trained regularly without skipping a day. Nyka tutored him in magic whenever she had the time and defeated him in their spars as gently as she could.
She had become stronger than Nok soon after her birth, but he was still her big brother. Nok loved her even more for her kindness and redoubled his efforts to offer his little sister a better challenge.
The current Nok was a spare, muscular Byk with a bright cyan mana core who could match the strongest magical beasts of the Trawn Woods. He wouldn't reach the blue until he evolved into an Emperor Beast, but he had no clue how to Awaken.
Slash and Crash had the same problem, so the three pooled their resources to search for a solution.
Lith and Solus also adjusted their schedule to accommodate their new guests into their training routine. Kalla and Nyka followed them to the Garden of Mogar and helped them to master the Ears of Menadion under Ripha's supervision.
"Since you'll get the Apprentice Ears in six months, you might as well learn the basics." Lith said. freёwebnoѵel.com
"Thank you, Scourge." The Wight nodded. "But why bring Nyka along?"
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