The split ancient orb was halfway across the battlefield to refuse with its other half when it happened.
Chewy moved.
It didn't launch with grandeur or warning. There was no dramatic aura, no building energy. One second it was nestled in Kain's sleeve, steadily absorbing errant energy. The next—it was gone. A blur of soft grayish-purple, low to the ground and disturbingly fast, sprinting toward the half-orb with unmistakable hunger radiating from its pulsing form. Thankfully, although its target had a head start, it was no longer at full strength, the Chewy bursting at full speed was able to catch up just as it was returning to its other half.
"Chewy?!" Kain barked, spinning mid-dodge as Kyria's fist grazed his side. "Get back here!"
The spore ignored him.
