Kaya looked down at her own hands, flexing her fingers slowly, as if expecting to see webbing or something just as weird. But they looked the same. Normal.
She clicked her tongue.
"It's probably because of that weird herb they gave me," she muttered. "Maybe it boosted my strength or something."
But even as she said it, her eyes flickered uncertainly.
That wasn't just strength.
That was something else entirely.
Still, she waved it off, voice firm. "That's all. Nothing big."
Vayu didn't argue—but he didn't look convinced, either.
And for the first time, neither was Kaya.
Kaya had once heard an old saying: When trouble comes, time flies like an arrow.
Now, standing in the middle of a cave that smelled like wet rocks and raw snail, she could confirm—whoever said that wasn't lying.
