"There's no way her gift is something so simple."
Serena spoke quietly, her back straight against the plush café seat as she studied the glowing display on her tablet. The footage of Kyria's previous battles looped silently, grainy in some spots but still detailed enough to catch the odd shimmer across her skin—like glass swallowing light.
Kain nodded, arms crossed. "That's what I thought too. At first, I assumed she was just physically tough—well-trained. Then I remembered our encounter with her in the relic."
"You mean the part where her skin turned the same colour as the ground?"
"Exactly." Kain tapped the screen to rewind the footage. There, clear as day, Kyria ducked under a swipe from a berserker boar in a re-ranking match, and her arm—momentarily—adopted the same earthen hue as the surrounding stone.
Serena sat forward, brows furrowed. "You think that's her gift's only ability? To harden to the texture of whatever material she touches?"
