Panicked, Clayton rushed toward his skeletons—but it was already too late. They had crumbled into dust, leaving nothing behind.
He stood frozen in disbelief. Was this just a hallucination? But everything around him felt real. He wasn't imagining it.
"What happened?" he thought. "Did they shatter because of a mistake? Was that evolution not safe, but something dangerous?"
His mind spiraled into chaos, overthinking every possibility.
For a while, Clayton simply stood there, motionless. The joy he'd felt moments ago had collapsed into confusion and regret.
Eventually, after calming himself, he tried something—he attempted to summon his skeletons again. He chanted the familiar spell, and soon, a soft silver glow appeared.
Gradually, the light faded... and seven mini skeletons stood before him—just as he remembered them.
