After a burst of green light, Mothra's form slowly solidified.
Eventually, the guy just turned into a bigger version of Tinkerbell.
"Wow! What do you think? Isn't it cool?"
He buzzed around, wings fluttering excitedly—honestly, not that different from before. But Abel could feel it.
The energy was different.
Stronger.
It felt like Mothra had doubled in power in an instant.
Everything alive, no matter how powerful, grew in steps. But Moss had just tossed that logic out the window like it didn't matter.
All from a few encouraging words?
Abel tilted his head. So if I praise him more, will he grow threefold?
No way. That couldn't be right.
Still curious, Abel tried saying the same compliments a few more times. Of course, Moss only shrugged, unimpressed. Nothing else changed.
"What else has changed, besides the fact that you got bigger?" Abel asked.
"The vessel expanded. I can take in more of the earth's energy now."
"What about the spirit tree?"
