Atlana was more than shocked.
She had come intending to play the part of a wounded wanderer, cautious but confident.
Even with her immense belief in her immunity to foreign energies, she had declined the terrifying enemy's offer to heal her directly. Instead, she fabricated an excuse as she was unsure of what he truly was and what he was truly capable of.
But then, he had pulled out fruits.
Purple-gold, radiating waves of such pure energy that her very existence reacted instinctively, her pores opening- her Essence trembling as if every part of her craved them.
He had claimed they were treasures he found filled with pure Primordial and Evolutius Energy. And to her disbelief... he wasn't lying.
The energy was untainted. Raw. Unfathomable.
Coupled with her own power and confidence, and the insatiable pull her body felt toward the fruits… she had taken a bite. It wasn't just survival—it was information gathering. Tactical.
And then..
Holy stars.
Her existence shuddered.
