The young man felt a sharp pain in his right arm and left leg. But somehow they were more bearable. He saw the creature wake up almost at the same time. Then he saw his arm, it was covered by what was the creature's skin.

  "Thanks?"...- said the boy, trying to get up.

  The old man helped him at that moment.

  "Grandpa, something happened while I was sleeping, I had a vision," said the young man.

  "I knew it, you have the gift, just like me and just like your father and great-grandfather," he replied, but looking at the cactus with suspicion.

  "Why are you looking at him like that?"- he asked.

  "I understand, but can't you do it? you are a former student of the shaman" said the boy, looking at the creature.

  "Rei, you know I abandoned the path before finishing it, I never learned to do something so complex" He said solemnly.

  "So, I depend on that crazy guy Anter," said the young man and sighed; he didn't like the idea of putting his fate in his hands.

  The cactus wouldn't stop following them and looking at the boy, as if waiting for something.

  "What's wrong with him?" Rei asked him.

  "He's waiting for an order," said the grandfather.

  "In that case, I just need to order him to leave and not come back, right?" said the young man.

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  "It's not that simple, both are connected, eventually it would come back, maybe angrier, maybe sadder, but it will come back," he replied.

  "As you say," he said with a sigh, the image of when he transformed had been etched in his mind, and now he also knew what it felt like to transform, which was even more terrifying. "At least you'll tell me the abilities of that thing," he continued.

  "You aren't thinking of keeping it, are you?" said the old man, frowning.

  "Because this species is called the walking madness, most of those who tie their fate to it end up losing their mind, only the most experienced shamans have the courage to even make contact with it," he said angrily.

  "I understand, but he transformed and destroyed a flaming wolf with a single blow. I was just curious about his power leve" his face showed a calculating look.

  "I don't know what you're planning, but I forbid it. But since I know you won't stop asking, I'll tell you. Despite being a plant, it has thin but strong muscles like steel, with the ability to lift a metal camel. Its claws and thorns are metallic and poisonous, with a numbing venom. Its body is layered metal, incapable of being pierced by spikes or blades. It is heavy, so much so that if it throws one of its arms at you, it would break your bones. But its blood is healing, a strange quality for which some crazies hunt it. Taking advantage of his only weaknesses: his fear of the cold, the flash, and his slowness. And as you saw, it transforms into an uncontrollable beast, destroying everything in its path when it gets angry".

  The young man, for his part, recalled the vision, and it made sense that they were afraid of the cold."Well, but what does that have to do with going crazy" that was the question he really wanted to answer.

  "According to the legend, their souls are bound, not just their minds. The creature itself represents madness, so it corrupts the soul of anyone who is either crazy or unfortunate enough to bond with it". The old man looked at him with a certain sadness.

  "What if the creature's soul were to heal?" Asked the young man.

  "You can't, others have tried, the only thing that's certain is to separate you from it," he turned to the creature with disdain.

  The young man looked at the creature; he didn't want to give up on it, especially after what he had seen. Besides, he thought that having it close would be a great help. But at the same time, he couldn't stop thinking about the risk. He kept thinking about this when they finally arrived at the house, a simple adobe house.

  "We've arrived," said the old man upon reaching the house. Then he wrote something on a green parchment. Afterwards, he approached a bird with iridescent blue feathers and said, "Take this to Rock Anter, the shaman." And the bird flew away.