Lloyd revieves hulk

Everything was still beneath the soft weave of the mat. Then, a pulse of warmth settled into my right hand. I tightened my grip—slowly, deliberately—and felt the smooth, solid wood of the staff respond to my touch. It wasn't just resting in my palm anymore; I was holding it. Beside me, a green companion lay motionless under the quiet evening light. I gave the staff a gentle, grounding tap against the fabric. A steady beginning.