Despite the oath Zivra swore not to use her abilities against anyone in the clan, I still watched her carefully. I couldn't help it. Trust didn't come easily, especially not when someone with her power suddenly switched sides. For all I knew, her allegiance might be a slow-burn ploy—something meant to unravel the clan from within if I ever slipped.
Zivra answered my question without hesitation.
"To meet Talia for an armor," she said. "Gork and Nira are about to go to the forest to hunt monsters and… level. Level up, that's what they call it. I thought I would join them."
She held her arm with one hand, her gaze drifting aside.
"I'm done with being weak," she said quietly, but her tone carried steel. "I won't stay like that."
"Alright then," I replied.
But my attention shifted when I noticed Zarah staring at her.
Not suspiciously.
Not angrily.
Just… staring.
At first, I didn't understand why she was looking that way.
Then it clicked.
