Strength in Numbers

Ethan was about to teach this damn rock a lesson when he noticed something strange.

The Prismatic Stone, which had been hovering confidently just moments ago, was now wobbling unsteadily, as if it were drunk.

Then, without warning, it lurched sideways and plummeted to the ground.

Ethan's eyes widened. 'Did it eat too much? Did I actually overfeed it?!'

He had been hoping to see some kind of evolution, maybe even witness it hatching into something powerful—who knew, maybe it would pop out a miniature lifeform or something.

Just as he stepped forward to check on it…

The Prismatic Stone began to contort, shifting between being long and flat, over and over.

Then—

Pffft…

A weird noise.

Fwshhh!

Something shot out at high speed, whistling through the air straight for Ethan's face. His reflexes kicked in, he raised his hand just in time to block it.

A small, scorching-hot stone landed in his palm.