Chapter 93: Subduing Sparks
Adyr directed his consciousness toward his Sanctuary and, in the next moment, found himself standing on the small island once again—bathed not in sunlight, but in the soft, pale glow of an eternal dawn.
The grass beneath his feet was lush and cool, stretching across the gentle curve of the island. All around him, an endless sea of energy extended beyond the horizon. It was perfectly still, glass-like in its clarity, yet it shimmered faintly as it reflected the soft amber tones of the dawn sky. The light bent across its surface, giving the illusion of a vast, silent world suspended in time.
At the far edge of the island stood the lone tree. Its green leaves remained still in the windless air, quietly basking in the faint glow of dawn. The soft light gathered between its branches, as if the tree was slowly drawing it in—feeding on the silence itself. And unlike before, it no longer felt entirely alone.
Five oversized roosters now roamed the island. Bright yellow, each nearly the size of a child, they wandered with purpose—some scratching at the grass in search of worms, others dozing lightly near the tree’s roots. Even in sleep, they let out soft, melodic crows that echoed gently across the Sanctuary, bringing a strange cheer to the otherwise quiet place.
When Adyr’s energy form appeared, the roosters froze for a moment. Their crowing stopped, and their heads turned toward him, watching. But whatever curiosity they had faded quickly. A few seconds later, they returned to their usual behavior, as if his presence was already a familiar part of their world.
The 300 worms Adyr had released onto the island were nowhere to be seen. Most likely, they had already burrowed into the soil or found shelter beneath the shallow grass. That was the best thing about this species: their adaptability and rapid reproduction. In just a few days, there would likely be enough of them to sustain all five roosters without issue.
Adyr stood still for a while, silently watching his sanctuary. There was something oddly calming about it. Even a faint sense of accomplishment. For the first time in what felt like ages, he realized he was enjoying creation rather than destruction.
After letting his spirit settle, he walked toward the cushion at the center of the island, where the energy crystals still sat.
They were untouched, just as he had left them. The roosters hadn’t gone near them. Most likely, some instinct warned them—if they ever tried to consume pure energy, it would kill them. Their bodies weren’t built to handle it.