Kivas pulled herself out of the shallow crater with a grunt, brushing loose soil from her tangled hair and glancing around.
The world she found herself in was soaked with heavy, humid air. The scent of moss and strange pollen clogged her senses. Plant life sprawled endlessly in every direction—lush, overwhelming, and dark. The leaves were deeper than green, so teetering toward shades of black and bruised violet, swaying with a sluggish, wet sort of grace.
Every trunk, vine, and root seed to breathe in the mist.
Kivas squinted, one hand shading her face. Even with the thick canopy overhead, her halo still burned brightly atop her head, shedding gold-tinged illumination like a living torch. It fluttered and hissed faintly against the moisture.
"Great," she muttered, pressing a palm against her forehead. "If there's anything out there, they can probably see from five kiloters away."
The thought sent a chill down her spine.
She flexed her wings cautiously, feeling the feathery appendages rustle against the dense air.
"Ah right, I have wings now, for so reason."
The thought of having them was so curious, that she tried to take it for a ride.
"Hup!"
The motion of the wings was surprisingly smooth. Standing on the tall protruding root of one of the giant trees, she took a leap of faith.
The mory from that was fresh and painful—a powerful jump, a frantic flapping, then an imdiate plumt into dirt.
The fact that she forgot that her head was already bleeding from the initial fall, and then she used the sa head to take the brunt of the experint—she was not in a comfortable state.
"Nope," she whispered to herself, folding the wings neatly behind her back. "Flying is not happening. Not yet."
She took stock of her situation with growing clarity.
Also her head was still bleeding.
She ca to this world with a white dress. So she ripped a piece of the fabric and perford first aid on her wound.
The fabric of her clothing regenerate back, so that was another weird thing to put on the list.
"I can't think clearly, head, too dizzy..."
Strange world. Unknown dangers. No visible civilization.
Her stomach twisted at the familiar weight of anxiety, but it was a quiet, manageable thing—nothing like the soul-wrenching loneliness she had survived before.
She began gathering materials out of instinct.
Branches with thick fibers. Large leaves slick with dew. Flexible vines that she twisted and wove into rough lashings.
She had no tools, no fire, no supplies—but instincts guided her hands. As if the experience of survival was etched into her bones, deeper than mory.
She worked near the crater she had made, choosing a slightly raised patch of ground with good visibility and a few thick trees nearby for shelter.
The humid air clung to her skin, making every movent heavier, but she pressed on.
As she bent to lash two branches together, she caught a glimpse of herself reflected in a puddle.
She paused.
For a long mont, she simply stared.
Her skin shimred faintly, unnaturally smooth and polished, like marble ward by the sun.
The face that stared back at her was familiar and yet alien—hers, but elevated, softened and brightened into sothing angelic.
"Hmm, at least it is similar to my face."
Her wings flexed again, almost involuntarily. The halo's reflection flickered atop her head, a burning crown she couldn't remove.
Kivas chuckled under her soured expression.
"Of course," she murmured. "The universe finally throws a bone, and it makes into an angel. After frying to oblivion."
She traced the edge of one wing with careful fingers, feeling the softness, the vibrant hum of warm energy just beneath the surface.
Despite the absurdity, she couldn't deny the tiny flare of pride warming her chest. She looked incredible.
But the practical part of her mind soured quickly.
An ever-burning halo? Massive white wings she could barely control? In a world she didn't understand?
"I'm basically a glowing, flapping dinner bell," she grumbled, lashing another set of branches together with exaggerated vigor. "Co eat the helpless angel! Freshly fallen!"
The thought of another crash landing made her cheeks flush with secondhand embarrassnt.
At least nobody had been around to see it.
The shelter was coming together though.
She weaved the structure tightly, layering thick leaves overhead for rudintary rain protection. It wasn't much—little more than a triangular lean-to—but it was better than sitting exposed on damp ground.
Kivas leaned back to survey her work, wiping sweat from her forehead.
As she rested, her mind wandered.
What was she now, really?
The question dug at her, gnawing gently, like a thorn stuck deep under the skin.
She wasn't human anymore—not fully.
She wasn't exactly sothing new either, at least not sothing she could na.
Her body was alive with forces she didn't recognize. Her thoughts felt sharper, crisper, clearer than ever before. Her senses stretched beyond the physical, brushing against the textures of space around her like unseen fingertips.
Yet at the core of it all, she still felt like herself.
Still Kivas.
Still aching for sothing familiar.
Still longing for sothing she couldn't fully put into words.
As her thoughts swirled, a flicker of movent caught her eye.
At first, she thought it was a trick of the humidity, the way heat plays tricks with vision, or her awful bleeding. But then the flicker sharpened, condensed, and blood into sothing tangible.
A screen.
It hovered in front of her, suspended by a translucent, flickering purple fla. The fra of the screen curled at the edges, almost organic, like the surface of burning petals.
Text ford across its surface—ancient yet sohow readable.
Kivas stared, blinking slowly.
"...You've got to be kidding ."
➤『WELL OF THE SOUL』
Na: Kivas Chariot
Race: Fateling
Total Level: 0
➤『Attributes』
💪 Strength (STR): 8
🧠 Intelligence Quotient (IQ): 16
🙏 Piety (PIE): 20
🛡️ Vitality (VIT): 7
💨 Speed (SPD): 6
🎯 Dexterity (DEX): 10
🍀 Luck (LUK): 9
➤『Vitals』
❤️ Hemo Psyche (HP): 10 / 10
🔮 Mana Psyche (MP): 10 / 10
➤ 『Derived Stats』
🗡️ Attack Power: 8
✨ Magic Power: 16
🔆 Divine Power: 20
🛡️ Defense: 7
🍃 Magic Defense: 20
👁️ Detect: 14
🧩 Disarm Trap: 10
🚧 Evade Trap: 7
🏃 Action Speed: 6
🎯 Accuracy: 10
🌀 Evasion: 7
⛓️ Resistance: 15
➤『Classes』
◈ Null
➤『Skills』
◈ Divine Soulmate Imbuer Lv1 – You possess the power to imbue a Genesis Core onto your fated soulmate.
◈ Fate Weaver Lv1 – You possess the power to weave fate.
➤『END OF THE WELL』
The screen pulsed softly, gazing.
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