It awoke knowing one thing: danger was coming and it needed to escape. This being had no body, rather, it was a gathering of pure energy that had formed a primitive consciousness.

And its instincts told it one thing: hide.

It darted underneath the forest ground, desperately searching for an existence weak enough for it to assimilate with and hide within. The strong life force emanating from the majority of the forest creatures would easily overpower its own, then it would cease to exist any longer and be devoured by them. And the ones that it could meld with had no capability to grow so that it could protect itself in the future. This disparity was common with such wild beasts. The strong completely dominated and the weak perished.

Then, hope came.

A weak heartbeat. A dying body.

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The being darted in that direction, moving at a dizzying speed. In the blink of an eye, it arrived in the bedroom of a small cottage.

A young boy laid in the bed, his chest barely moving with each pitiful breath. He couldn’t have been more than ten years old. He was incredibly bony, there seemed to barely be any sinew or fat at all on him. It was obvious from the deathly pallor of his skin and labored breathing that he was at death’s door.

If it had been anyone else, they would’ve said that this boy was hopeless.

But it could see what others couldn’t. It knew of his entire life story with just one touch.

The being did not hesitate, launching itself into his body and wiggling inside, burying itself within the depths of his soul. The boy emitted a soft, golden glow for a few moments. Any who saw it would say that he was being blessed by a God. It began to dim, rapidly disappearing as if nothing had happened. Even the child showed no signs of waking up.

But, in the silent night, his pulse grew stronger.