Nyxander stood atop the hill, his form brimming with anticipation as the tension in the air thickened. Casting a side glance at Vacuros, his lips curled into a determined smirk. "It's now or never," he declared, leaping from the hilltop. Mid-air, his gigantic body began to shrink, condensing into the frame of an average 15-year-old human boy. As he landed, he released a surge of energy, a deliberate beacon for Vacuros to follow. Without hesitation, he dashed toward the direction where his spatial awareness had detected the moving presence.
Vacuros, ever the loyal guardian, followed with a thunderous leap, each step landing like a hammer blow, tearing chunks of earth from the ground and sending dense clouds of soil into the air.
