Or... should I run?
Wasn't the wide world out there beautiful?
If I could spend my whole life in that peaceful little village, that would be wonderful too.
The urge to flee suddenly rose in Nameless's heart. It felt a little like anxiety, yet was entirely different. He no longer wanted to face the Six-Colored Stone or see what it would become.
But no matter what went through his mind, the Dragon Exoshell did not budge, as though it had lost all connection to him.
He turned inside it, hammered on its walls, and shouted, "Let me out! I want to leave! Let me out of here, now!"
The Dragon Exoshell did not so much as stir.
The strength of a six-year-old brat was far too feeble to matter to it.
At last, the Six-Colored Stone absorbed enough of Nameless's negative emotions. With a crack, it split open, and a thin gray humanoid with a metallic sheen slowly emerged from the liquid.
In its hands was a strange weapon with razor-sharp tips at both ends and a spiral through the middle. Its dark red eyes fixed on the Dragon Exoshell.
The Dragon Exoshell struck first, sweeping a great scythe formed from Nether Mist at the gray humanoid. Rather than block with its weapon, the humanoid drifted aside and thrust its Spiral Spear toward the Dragon Exoshell's ribs.
Clang!
The Dragon Exoshell instantly brought its weapon back to defend. Its scythe wheeled down from above and caught the gray humanoid's Spiral Spear.
Both changed tactics at once. The Dragon Exoshell shoved hard with its scythe, and the gray humanoid floated back as though they had rehearsed the move together. It tapped a foot against the ground, burst forward, and drove its Spiral Spear at the Dragon Exoshell.
After pushing it away,