It was exactly 10 PM.
The moon peeked through a blanket of dark clouds, casting a silver sheen over the jungle clearing. Jimmy's hands trembled slightly as he glanced at the Codex screen—Luna's status was flashing brightly.
Energy Level: 16000 / 16000
Jimmy's eyes widened. He reached into his bag and pulled out another B-Level potion, fumbling with the seal.
"Luna! Quick—take this!" he called out, holding the bottle forward.
But Luna didn't move.
She stood calmly in the centre of the stone circle, her deep cyan body shimmering slightly under the night sky. Then, her head turned, and she gave him a look. Not a cold one, but firm. Empowered.
"On... ononon... wait. I'll evolve myself."
Jimmy stops there.
His lips parted in smile. That gentle voice—projected not through sound, but directly into his thoughts—felt more mature, more... complete. This wasn't the same Luna he had met weeks ago. Her aura had grown.
He nodded silently, eyes shimmering with pride.
Acting quickly, he stepped back, setting up his tripod-mounted camera at a distance. He locked onto Luna's position and flicked on a ring light, just enough to catch her silhouette against the wild foliage. Then he crouched nearby, silent, heart racing.
Suddenly, the air shifted.
Jimmy felt it in his skin first—a rise in temperature. The once-gentle jungle air turned heavy, buzzing with electric tension. Beads of sweat formed on his brow.
Luna tilted her head toward the sky. Her tail flicked once. Then again. Slowly, she began to walk in slow, deliberate circles, raising her head higher with each loop.
A sudden flash tore through the heavens—lightning.
Jimmy shielded his eyes.
Above, clouds began spiralling into place like a great whirlpool of smoke. It was unnatural, alive. The sky began to breathe. Thunder cracked across the clearing.
Jimmy gasped and reached for the Data Sphere beside him, fingers flying across its glowing interface. 'Why still she is not evolving?'
"Searching: Whisp Evolution Conditions…"
Result: "To evolve to next form, the Whisp must summon the rain and dance beneath it."
That's when he understood.
Jimmy jumped up and grabbed the portions he had brought— 1 for water, 2 for ice and 1 for thunder for , each designed to react with elemental energy. He unscrewed three and placed them in a triangle near Luna.
Instantly, the fluids inside began bubbling.
Before his very eyes, the contents shifted—whatever liquids had been there were now turning into pure, shimmering water, drawn out of the air as the storm gathered.
He quickly fetched two more bottles, but paused when a low rumble echoed across the clearing.
The rain came.
Like a curtain, it fell with no warning. Cold and wild. Thunder roared like a beast, and lightning streaked across the sky in jagged, dancing spirals. In the center of it all stood Luna, unmoving, eyes closed.
And then—she moved.
With elegant, deliberate grace, she stepped through the rain, lifting her legs in arcing motions, tail trailing behind like a ribbon of liquid light. It was not random.
Then—
FLASH.
A column of light exploded around her. Jimmy stumbled back, nearly slipping on the wet grass. His hand shot out to shield his face. Even through closed eyelids, the radiance pushed in.
The entire clearing—five meters wide—was filled with glowing light.
Like a second sun had bloomed on the earth.
And within that sun—a shape was forming.
Jimmy stood frozen. He couldn't move, couldn't blink. His lungs forgot to breathe. All he could do was watch as Luna's silhouette began to shift, growing taller, sleeker, stronger.
The rain continued to pour.
Thunder clapped like applause from the gods.
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The blinding light slowly began to recede, like a veil being drawn back to reveal a new form.
Jimmy squinted through the glow, mouth slightly agape. Luna—his Luna—was changing before his eyes.
Her frame grew taller, expanding gracefully to nearly two meters, her limbs elongating with sleek power. She stood now as a majestic four-legged Whisp, her body wrapped in shades of deep cyan blue, accented with sharp lines of azure streaking along her flanks and legs. Faint, ice-blue scales shimmered along her shoulders and sides, catching both the rain and the lightning in glimmers of frost.
Her previously soft form had become toned and muscular, every movement a fluid expression of elegance and strength. Around her neck bloomed a flowing white mane, cascading like a frozen waterfall in motion, rippling with both spark and cold. It wrapped around her ruff, which had grown fuller and broader, giving her an almost regal appearance.
Her neck was longer, more graceful, arching with poise. Her strong legs ended in dark grey hooves that faintly sparked as they touched the wet ground, energy subtly coursing through them. The long mane that once fluttered freely along her back was now fused into her body—a lightning-infused ridge pulsing with arcs of static, as though her spine itself had become a current of energy.
Her horns, once simple and blue, had evolved—now twisting slightly, their color shifting from deep blue to bluish ice, and finally tipped with a radiant golden yellow, like dawn piercing through frost.
From her back trailed a short, horse-like tail, elegantly coiled at the end, glowing with a soft bluish-yellow hue—a fusion of electricity and water.
Then Jimmy saw her face—elongated into a refined snout, her jawline strong, and her expression fierce yet noble, like a guardian of ancient tides. Her eyes glowed golden, but the irises were a vibrant electric blue, storm and serenity in perfect harmony. The fin-like ears on her head perked up.
But despite the divine power she now radiated, Luna was… still Luna.
And she was staring silently at the clouds, her gaze steady, unmoved.
Jimmy blinked, his heart tightening. Then it struck him.
The dance.
His feet moved before thought caught up.
He stepped into the rain, letting the cold droplets soak into his clothes, plastering his shirt to his chest. The storm above gave no mercy, but Jimmy smiled through it, turning his face upward. With trembling hands, he raised his arms and slowly, shakily, moved his body in a familiar rhythm.
A call.
An answer.
Luna turned her head. Her glowing eyes softened. For a moment, the storm paused.
She nodded.
And stepped forward.
The rain fell harder, but they no longer cared.
In the centre of the clearing—beneath crashing thunder and wild winds—Jimmy and Luna danced.
Not with perfect grace, not in structured rhythm, but with something far deeper: a shared bond, a silent conversation between soul and soul. Jimmy spun, arms open, laughing as he staggered in the wet grass. Luna circled around him, hooves striking the earth in strong, sweeping motions, her mane flaring, sparks trailing behind her like comet tails.
She dipped her head and leaped, hooves flashing, water spraying around her like diamonds. Jimmy mirrored her spin, slipping but catching himself, heart pounding with joy.
They moved like children in a storm—and like legends in the making.
In that moment, they were no longer boy and Whisp, not even Tamer and partner.
They were one.
A single rhythm. A single storm. A single light in the dark.
And above them, the clouds rolled away—silently making space for a new sky.