''Stay here. I'll come back soon.'' Rocky nodded and turned into one of Matt's forms. He flew up into midair, stretching his wings and sliding through the sky.
His pupils turned into vertical slits like a beast as he gazed into the distance. The next moment, he dashed forward, heading toward Bobby.
Before long, he spotted Bobby, who also noticed him. Yet his eyes were completely cold, carrying no welcome for Rocky, as if Rocky was nothing more than a stranger.
Rocky swiftly landed on the ground and regained his balance. He stood straight while gazing at Bobby, who dropped the oversized sack and headed over to him.
''Do you recognize me, Bobby?'' Rocky asked.
Bobby blinked for a moment and slowly dismissed his obsidian armor, revealing his pitch-black fur.
He blossomed into a warm smile as he approached Rocky. It was totally different from his previous reaction.
Maybe Bobby was still fine.
