Frog suddenly saw streaks of color across the darkness. The colors ran in all directions, and they triggered something deep inside himself. Something was calling to him. Before he gave in to it, he managed to croak out the words, “I see them. They’re so beautiful.”

“Good, now grab it and feed it deep into yourself,” instructed Bird.

“Towards the calling?” Frog asked.

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“Calling? What?” Asked Crocodile in return, but it was too late Frog was beyond the ability to process his friend’s words.

He had released the mana into the hungry call that had captivated him, and in return, he felt it solidify with the voice as one. Something was forming inside himself with the mana, and it felt amazing. He felt more alive than he ever had before.

“What are you?” He asked inside his own head.

“I don’t know, but thank you for helping to shape me,” the voice answered back.