Moonlight spilled across the land blanketed in Fungal Carpet, casting it a dim white. Only one spot reflected a gleaming silver light.
The pair of silver-feathered wings on Norris's back were half-folded as half his body burrowed into Jida, where he busily fiddled with something.
Only after a long while did he back out and wipe the sweat from his forehead. Then he shifted position and tried to crawl completely inside Jida.
Feeling the added space fully accommodate his wings, Norris finally breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm finally in!"
Inside Jida, an open Yellow Book sat in a recess directly opposite Norris.
Words surfaced on the pages:
[Honestly, I don't think you need to keep using this clunky thing, especially after putting so much effort into modifying it.]
[Didn't you already test that your new wings can fly?]
[Take off that Resonance Cannon. Wouldn't firing it while flying be far more flexible than using this thing?]
"But I can't sleep in the sky."
[?]
Norris shifted around and reclined in a comfortable position, chewing on dried mushrooms inside Jida. "Inside Jida, I don't have to worry about Kallen."
[Norris—]
[Don't tell me you've become a mushroom fetishist too?]
"Cough, cough, cough!" Norris thumped his chest, taking quite a while to cough out the mushroom bits he had choked on. "What are you even talking about? I'm perfectly normal, unlike—"
Norris suddenly froze.
[Unlike who?]
Realizing he had been baited, Norris immediately lost the desire to keep talking to the Yellow Book. It was hardly the first time this book had set him up without acting like a decent person.
He pushed aside the Puji above his head, poked half his body out, and looked up at the sky for some fresh air.
Three round moons—red, yellow, and blue—hung overhead,