Chimper #540
On the night the ancient amber trees of The Heart of the Forest began to dim and the singing of the locals fell silent, a creeping shadow seeped from the wilder outer regions. Most hid. Kimihiko, however, simply adjusted their specs, spun their combat pole until it hummed, and met the darkness with a grin. They struck the ground once, and a light erupted from the staff’s tip—pure and brilliant, a reflection of Pikapika’s infinite energy. The shadow recoiled, not from the force of the blow, but from the sheer, joyful defiance of the glow. One small, radiant beacon held its ground until dawn.
