After studying it carefully, John reached a conclusion.
Yes, this was that bear.
He silently stared at the bear that had once been able to climb onto Ariana's shoulder. Now Ariana could climb onto its shoulder instead.
"There's a hint of Hell about it. Could it be because of the Hell Lord's blood?"
Rubbing his chin, John circled the little bear twice.
How should he put it?
To describe it precisely, it was roughly Buzzwole's muscles wrapped in a bear's exterior, painted brown.
Before, it had been soft, adorable, and begging to be petted.
Now it was terrifying, ferocious, and looked liable to eat someone.
"Sure enough, anything connected to Hell turns out downright unholy," John remarked.
Suddenly, he could understand why the things in Hell were so ugly.
The little bear's condition lasted half an hour. As it carefully brought over some milk with its sharp-clawed hands, it changed back.
"Similar to an Animagus."
After observing it, John reached his conclusion.
The magic power had probably transformed the Hell Lord's blood inside the little bear into something resembling an Animagus form.
It was a little ugly, sure, but ugly-cute still counted as cute, right?
With the little bear's situation settled, John looked at the silver figure passing through the wall behind him and raised an eyebrow. "First time?"
"Yes, Mr. Wick." MOSS's voice came from the mouthless silver figure.
This was the upgraded MOSS.
It walked over to the computer and brought its finger close to a port.
Power was restored throughout the Wick family home.
"I have resumed control of the system. I identified three security risks and have eliminated them."
As MOSS spoke, it couldn't help examining its body again.
It reached toward the revolving orrery, and the floating Mars touched its palm.
It passed straight through.