บท 1305: The Pig

The massive branches of Yggdrasil swayed gently as the tree chuckled, its voice ancient and amused. "Ah, brewing chaos, indeed. I can already smell the storm." The leaves shimmered as though teasing the winds, heralding the shift in destiny.

Lyon stood with his arms crossed, golden eyes narrowing. "I've reunited with almost everyone... except one."

The tree groaned knowingly. "Indeed. And I hear that those tangible beings, your old companions, are already submerging into pools, waiting—longing for their return to flesh."

"I will give them back their bodies," Lyon said firmly.

"Ah, filial piety," the World Tree mused with a playful hum. Its leaves whispered like soft laughter. "A rare thing in an age like this."

Lyon's expression darkened. "Where's the pig?" His voice carried a demanding edge. "You said he'd find me. What's keeping him?"