Meanwhile, Mia's eyes flicked back to the cocoon, studying it with deep suspicion.
"Is that... formed from his skill? His skill is extremely strange... it has weird, unconventional effects, unlike any normal ability I've seen. Even its name — Unfated Scoin — what kind of skill even has a name like that? It doesn't sound like any known art or technique…" She gritted her teeth.
"With such a cocoon... does it evolve him? Or is it shielding him? Does it have other hidden effects? Is it just a vessel for transformation, or... is it rewriting something deeper in him?"
Her thoughts spiraled faster. 'Is it manipulating fate itself? Is it why the beasts react so violently to him? Is it just evolution, or something that draws attention from forces that shouldn't even care about someone at our level?'
She sighed heavily, blood still staining her lips.
