Benjamin Kamphuis

I barely remembered anything after we left the Static Elderkaw Island Spire. All that mattered was that I had Meadow again, riding alongside me on my other partner beast. Avisa took the journey back to shore slowly. Her Aura still swayed like a heavy tide, though at times it dipped, unsteady. She had spent so much of herself saving Meadow. I couldn’t understand how she still moved at all. Other Spirfins joined us once we were far enough from the Elderkaw nesting grounds. Reluctantly, Meadow...

A burst of pink and purple engulfed us as Avisa pirouetted, yellow sparks exploding around us like fireworks. At first, I thought lightning had found us, but when I glanced back, I saw the truth—Avisa’s spiraling fins were launching small yellow spheres. Each one detonated midair, sending surging sparks straight into the Static Elderkaws’ heads. Another volley. Another wave of explosions. The Elderkaws dropped from the sky into the storm below. Twenty became fifteen. Fifteen became ten. Then...

A towering piton rose from the sea, stretching high into the sky before vanishing into a mass of storm clouds, lightning crackling violently through them. Avisa slowed her approach, allowing me to take in what loomed before us. Green and red Decadyls crawled across the smaller boulders lining the piton’s base. Their geometric bodies were covered in sharp edges, antennae-like eyes twisting rapidly as eight long legs held them high above the stone. When waves crashed against the rocks, the...