Michael dismissed Spartan back to the Netherworld and turned his attention to the owl perched on his shoulder.
Wisdom.
His first tamed beast.
The creature was usually silent unless spoken to—but once you engaged it, it could be surprisingly talkative. Right now, though, Michael wasn't in the mood for conversation. He was still deciding what to do with the mutated owl.
For one, he was certainly going to evolve Wisdom. With its unique skill, Phase Shift, a blink-like movement that mimicked short-range teleportation, Wisdom was already halfway to being a space-type beast.
And that, more than anything, was what made the owl so valuable.
Evolution didn't just increase a creature's strength. It raised their limits. Unlocked new traits. Birthed new skills.
If Michael manipulated the evolution using the right materials, especially those infused with space-related energy, Wisdom might not just resemble a space creature.
It could become one.
But for now, he couldn't rush it.
