Paskha took out the third memory ball to see its contents. For some reason, he felt that the more he saw these memories, the bigger the cracks would become. Hence, he immediately took the third and fourth memory balls.
This time, Paskha saw Elyon wrapping something in his house while his mother cooked.
"Elyon, why have you been eating so much lately? You often come home late now."
Elyon stiffened at his mother's inquiry and laughed awkwardly while scratching his head. "Your cooking is so appetizing that I couldn't help to gobble them up." How could he say another portion of food was for a hundred thousand-year-old beast?
"I'm glad you like it, but be careful not to overeat." The mother sighed worriedly, remembering something. "Luckily, there are no beasts in our home area. Remember, Elyon. Don't hunt too deep."
"I will listen to you." Elyon hugged her mother's waist and gave her a bright smile.
