The two Little Elves were back to staring blankly at each other.
Except now, the Purple one held its arm in the air, shaping it like an Olive.
The golden one's eyes widened as it stared at the gesture. Light swirled within its eyes, and it looked like a frozen statue.
The golden Little Elf suddenly lost its previous playful demeanor. It grew very quiet, its expression pensive.
Seeing the other's reaction, the Purple Little Elf knew its gesture was working. It quickly raised its hand in front of the golden Little Elf, its gaze filled with anticipation.
'Is it making a wish?'
'Could such a powerful creature have something it can't obtain?'
Mo Ling was baffled. What on earth did the Purple, gossamer creature want? Could it be that only this golden light could grant its wish?
Just as he was thinking this, the golden Little Elf before him reacted.
