Ethan stood in the middle of the Acidic Swampland, the faint bubbling of corrosive pools and the stench of decay lingering in the air. Even after hours spent here, it still felt disgusting. The ground shifted underfoot in places, slick with sludge and rot, while distant creatures stirred beneath the surface.
But his focus was elsewhere.
His eyes moved between the three beasts in front of him.
Spark or Talon seemed like the logical choices for the beast to try to evolve. But even as he thought that, his gaze kept drifting back to Wolfy.
The Ulfen sat there quietly, its golden eyes fixed on him.
'I still feel like Wolfy's the right choice.'
Ethan frowned slightly.
He couldn't explain why other than a gut-feeling.
Maybe it was because Wolfy had been with him from the start. Maybe it was because it was the most well-rounded. Maybe it was simply because he was the most reliable.
He let out a small laugh under his breath.
