The Sculpture’s Heritage
Weed found a cave to hide in with little difficulty. A cave that was not artificial, but natural. It was a hole that spewed lava when the tectonic plates collided.
If you went deep into the underground territory you could see lava flowing, emitting immense heat. Though there were monsters like dolphins and spearfish jumping out of the lava, Weed didn’t look for very long.
“No, who knows if just looking at them could burn me then there’s no way I’d want to fight with those guys!”
Golden Bird was confused and wondered why Weed was staring at him so intently.
“If I were as free as a bird, it would be a convenient way to scout. After all, flying would be much easier.”
Using Golden Bird as a reference, Weed created a new piece. Covered in volcanic ash; dark as night; a creature that blended with the current environment: he made a crow.
“Sculpture transformation!”
Weed’s body suddenly shrunk and doubled over. Feathers sprouted over his body and his mouth transformed into a sharp beak; his beady eyes turned jet black like coal.