Spark was a tiny, insect-like beast, a firefly of sorts, only far more literal in what it represented.
Back when Ethan had first obtained it, the creature had been little more than a fragile flicker of light, its flame dim and unstable, its body so small it could barely be seen unless you looked closely.
Now, though, it had grown, though it was still tiny.
Physically, if it had manifested in front of him, he could probably still cup it in both hands, but the actual insect at its core would be even smaller than that. Now it was imprinted on his right forearm, its presence warm and alive, like a small ember that refused to go out.
And yet, despite its size, it carried impressive power.
Which leads us to why Ethan was even thinking so deeply about what his third acquired beast looked like. His thoughts were spiralling as he pranced around, trying to stay warm by constantly moving.
'What will happen once I use the second stage of the skill with Spark?'
