"Let's go, Steve," I called out, noticing he was still deep in conversation with Azalea.
He glanced back, nodded quickly, and jogged over to join me.
As we walked, I looked over at him and asked, "Do you have any idea what kind of ability you're aiming for?"
Steve shook his head, thoughtful. "Not yet. I'm still thinking it over. I guess I'll wait and see what my class evolution gives me first. Then we can plan around that."
I gave a small nod. "Makes sense."
Turning away, I whispered, "Silver."
In response, the familiar crimson mist rose up from the core, swirling and condensing until Silver stepped out. Without a word, we both climbed onto his back.
With a sharp screech, Silver launched himself into the air. The wind rushed past us as he flew down from the floating island, banking toward the mountain range below.
