Zio never thought that the true form of the little blue orb will be a fearsome one. A three meitels giant, wearing an unsewn snow-white cloth that covers his exploding muscles. The being had four arms and rough red skin that signify the mark of harsh labor.
“ Has my manly aesthetic appearance makes you spellbound, human? ”
“ ...More like, alerted, if you may let me choose the word. ”
The giant laughs as he crossed his arms. He, who was always worshipped and glorified is amused to speak with someone who thinks of him as an equal. The tingling feeling reminded him of another one, long in the mist of his past.
“ You are clearly not a human... So, what are you? ” asked Zio.
“ I am one of The First Scions. “
After giving his answer, the giant faded into strands of light and gathered into the young man’s bracelet. Zio was mesmerized by every single thing that he saw. A lot of questions popped one after another, but he needs to keep calm and collect his thoughts.