Shennong stared at his hand. Midnight-colored goo glistened on his palm, strange and cold. It pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat—no, like something alive. His eyes narrowed as he tracked its shimmer back to the massive blob in front of him. Towering twice his height and just as wide, the jelly-like monster oozed with a cosmic glow. Floating specks of Lunamarite danced inside it like stars in a void.
And inside that shimmering body...
His golden pickaxe.
"You…" Shennong growled, his eyes glowing faintly with rage. "Give me back my pickaxe!"
The blob didn't speak—but it acted as if it understood.
