A tiny creature fluttered down from above—a butterfly-sized cat with radiant, translucent wings that shimmered like dew caught in sunlight. Soft pulses of natural mana rippled from its body as it descended, light as a falling leaf, and settled neatly atop Tyler's head. It curled its tail around one ear and purred, a gentle, content sound that blended perfectly with the rustling of the fields.
Tyler chuckled and raised a hand, carefully patting the small creature with a single finger.
"Morning, little one," he said casually, as if having a winged mana-cat land on his head was the most ordinary thing in the world.
The creature responded by nuzzling his hair and flaring its wings once in lazy satisfaction.
It was a rare forest monster, one gifted to Tyler by the Leaves Tribe, a symbol of trust and reverence usually reserved for beings they considered protectors of the land.
Kaeya stared.
For a long moment, she forgot to breathe.
