Kisha watched as the Silver Fla hesitated, flickering uncertainly. She remained still, showing remarkable patience as it gradually lowered its guard. For a while, it simply hovered there—until, without warning, it lunged straight toward her.
Kisha's heart leapt in fear. She was certain she was about to be burned alive. Her scream caught in her throat as she shut her eyes tightly… but the pain never ca.
Tentatively, she opened her eyes and looked down at her hands and body—there was no sign of the Silver Fla. Instead, her consciousness began to glow with a silver light. In both her mind and her physical body, a glowing array slowly ford beneath her.
Then, a strange symbol—one she didn't recognize—appeared before her and branded itself upon her heart. Or rather, it marked her very soul.
It reminded her of the mont she had ford a contract with her battle pet, Bell—only this felt far deeper, more profound.
This ti, the marking—the contract—was etched directly into her soul. Kisha felt it like a searing brand of power and connection, yet instead of pain, she was enveloped in warmth. Strength flooded through her, wrapping around her like a protective embrace. In that mont, she could sense the emotions of the Silver Fla—its weariness, its trust, and its surrender.
A gentle smile touched her lips. "Don't worry, leave everything to ," she whispered, her voice tender and resolute. Within her consciousness, she curled inward, hugging herself as if comforting both her soul and the fla now bound to it.
In the physical world, the Silver Fla that once raged around her began to calm, softening into a gentle glow. Kisha realized she could now control its temperature with the barest flicker of thought—it responded to her will as if it were a natural extension of her body.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked down at her hands. Though her skin was still blistered and burned from before, the Silver Fla now rested in her palm—calm, obedient, no longer a source of pain but of power.
Because of the Silver Fla, Kisha's clothes were burned beyond repair, and parts of her hair were scorched. Angry red blisters and burn marks marred her skin, a painful reminder of the fla's previous wrath.
[Healing Do Activated]
[Healing Do Leveled Up!]
[Healing Do Activated]
A warm, soothing energy spread across her body as the Healing Do worked its magic. Kisha could still see faint trails of smoke rising from her skin, but the pain began to ease. The blisters were slowly fading, healing gradually as if she'd just taken a low-tier potion.
'How long was I in there?' she wondered, watching the wounds knit themselves together in real ti.
"You were only locked in your ntal space for about five minutes, Host," 008 answered calmly.
"What?! Only five minutes?!" Kisha blinked, stunned. "It felt like a whole day had passed in there!"
She hadn't realized just how distorted ti could be inside her ntal space.
"Well, you did great taming the Spiritual Fla! Now you can control it freely and concoct potions without a hitch," 008 said cheerfully. If it had a physical form, Kisha was sure she'd see dollar signs in its eyes, staring at her like she was a walking treasure trove.
Kisha pursed her lips in amusent and deactivated her Rainbow Cube—only to be imdiately swept off her feet.
Duke's scent hit her first, warm and familiar, followed by the overwhelming comfort of his arms wrapping around her. He held her as if she were made of glass, trembling slightly as he clung to her. His voice ca out hoarse, choked with emotion."Wifey… you made so worried."
Only then did Kisha realize how deeply her absence had affected them. She looked over his shoulder and saw her grandparents, her little brother, the Winters—even the Wyatts—all gathered, watching her with wide, anxious eyes.
"Arf! Master!"
"Master!"
Even Zeus and Bell were there, though Kisha hadn't noticed them earlier. The mont she activated the Rainbow Cube, all her focus had been on the Silver Fla, and any concern for her surroundings faded into the background.
But then she rembered—her clothes had been burned away by the fla.
Her eyes widened in alarm. She nervously pushed Duke back and looked down at herself, only to realize her body was still cloaked in Silver Fla. It shimred and swirled around her like a gown made of living fire.
She glanced at Duke, panicked, but he looked completely unhard. Startled, she took another step back and gave a small twirl. The fla danced around her, forming a flowing silver dress—elegant, warm, and entirely under her control. It didn't burn her, nor did it hurt the people she cared about.
Duke blinked in surprise, only now realizing that Kisha's body was still engulfed in the fla. Yet it was so gentle, so serene, he hadn't even noticed.
Duke's eyes widened in concern as he noticed the blisters and burn marks scattered across Kisha's arms, shoulders, and other exposed skin. His instincts scread to rush to her, but when he saw her twirl effortlessly in the fla, showing no signs of pain, he hesitated. His gaze shifted to the Silver Fla cloaking her, brows furrowed in confusion.
"Wifey... this…" he asked cautiously, unsure if it was hurting her or protecting her.
Kisha looked up at him, her face glowing with excitent, a giddy smile lighting up her features. "My Silver Fla," she said simply, pride and warmth in her voice.
Duke finally understood—this wasn't harming her; it was hers. A new power. A new bond.
He let out a soft chuckle and reached out to gently ruffle her hair. "Wifey, you're incredible... but you're still injured. Let help you with your wounds, okay?"
Kisha shook her head gently and glanced at her arm. The blisters were already fading, her skin gradually knitting itself back together. With the Healing Do aiding her recovery, she realized she wouldn't even need a healing potion—let alone anyone tending to her wounds.
Instead, she summoned a partition screen from her inventory, calmly selecting a fresh set of clothes. As the garnts materialized, she willed the Silver Fla to withdraw, watching as it retreated from her body like mist dissolving into the air.
When Kisha stepped out, everyone imdiately rushed toward her, bombarding her with worried questions. The Winters even pushed Duke aside in their haste to reach her. It took quite an effort for Kisha to calm them down and explain what had happened.
Only after they saw her injuries healing—albeit slowly—did they finally, though reluctantly, return to their own tasks.
Duke managed to make his way back to her side and gently took her hands in his."Wifey," he said softly, "you don't have to carry everything on your own. Your husband is right here with you, always."
He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, his touch full of unspoken emotion. Though he didn't say more, it was clear he'd been deeply shaken by the incident. From that mont on, he refused to leave her side.
Quietly devoted, he stayed close, helping her arrange the materials on the marble table, acting as her little assistant.
"Wifey, am I doing this right?" Duke asked, his brow furrowed in concentration as he carefully ground the Liliana mushroom into powder.
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Thank you, Lenc114 and Nathaly_Jinez, for the Golden Tickets!!!
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