Rin blinked up at Kai like she was still in the wrong dream. Her eyes were sleepy. Her braid was half-crushed under her shoulder. The green glow above them had come back, soft and slow, like the dungeon was pretending sunrise mattered. But her gaze wasn’t on the canopy anymore. It was on him. Kai’s stomach dropped.

  He felt it again, that deep itch under his skin. Not sweat. Not nerves. Something being taken back. He’d already seen it in the puddle. His old face. His old hair. His old life, snapping back into place like a rubber band.

  Rin’s brows tightened. “Blondie?”

  Kai’s mouth went dry. If she thought he was changing bodies, she’d panic. And panic got you killed in a dungeon.

  He was the one panicking. And he didn’t wait. He reached inside himself for the Blessing’s latch.

  Time stopped. The fire’s last ember hung in the air like a tiny star. Rin’s blink froze halfway, lashes hovering. The Presence was there immediately. Kai didn’t waste a second.

  [Uncommon] Power: Illusion.

  Kai focused once, hard. He remembered the Renewal face, the mask he’d worn for only a day. Sharp jaw. Pale hair. That annoying clean look Rin had already nicknamed.

  He pulled it over himself. Time released. The ember dimmed. Rin’s blink finished. She rubbed her eyes with the heel of her hand, then looked at him again. She stared a second longer, then frowned like she was annoyed at herself.

  “Okay,” she muttered. “I need more sleep. I’m seeing things.”

  Kai’s heartbeat loosened.

  Rin yawned so wide it looked painful. “Day’s coming up.”

  “It is,” Kai said, keeping his voice steady.

  She squinted at the canopy. “Still feels like… early.”

  “You could sleep more.”

  Rin huffed and pulled her chain closer like a blanket. “I can’t, my bones are wet.”

  “That’s not how bones work,” Kai said.

  Rin glared, then rolled over with a dramatic sigh. “Don’t ruin my misery.”

  Kai sat back against the root and tried to breathe like nothing happened. Inside, everything was spinning.

  Not just borrowed Skills. Not just the mana boost. Even the face. Even the hair. Kai stared at his hands, pale in the green light. A few more hours like this, and Rin would have woken up to a completely different guy. And she would have asked questions. Questions led to fear. Fear led to mistakes. Kai looked at Rin, curled near the warmth, chain looped in her hand like she was five years old again.

  ?

  After an hour, Rin woke up.

  She stirred, mumbling something that sounded like an insult to the dungeon, then sat up with a grimace. She looked around, hair wild, braid half undone. Then she shivered.

  “I hate this place,” she said immediately. “Everything is damp.”

  Kai stood slowly, testing his balance. “Morning.”

  Rin yawned again. “Morning, Blondie.”

  Kai’s illusion held.

  Rin stretched, popped her neck, and made a face like she’d tasted the air. “We need to rinse. Just a quick one. I feel like moss is growing on me.”

  “Rinse?”

  “Yeah,” Rin said, like it was obvious. “There’s water everywhere. We do a little bath. Clothes on. Just enough to not smell like wet cave.”

  Kai was confused.

  Rin didn’t notice, already talking. “Then you do your little fire thing and dry us.”

  Kai’s mouth opened. Nothing came out.

  Rin finally noticed the pause. She frowned. “What?”

  Kai lifted a hand, as if he could physically stop her question. “Nothing.”

  Rin stared harder. “No. That was a pause. That was a biiiig pause.”

  Kai tried to smile. “It’s fine.”

  Rin held the stare a second longer, then looked away with a huff. “Good. Because if I stay damp another day, I’m going to start biting spriggans.”

  ?

  They moved. Not fast, not cautious. Just walking. The dungeon was brighter now, green light spilling across stone like morning fog. Rin kept shaking her sleeves and grumbling about humidity.

  They found a small cascade a few minutes away. Water slipped down a stone face covered in moss, pooling into a shallow basin. The glow from the canopy hit it just right, making the surface look like glass.

  Rin’s eyes lit up like she’d found treasure.

  “Oh thank the gods,” she said, then caught herself. “Not that I thank them. But you know what I mean?”

  Kai smiled. “Sure.”

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  Rin stepped toward the water, then froze and looked at him like she’d suddenly remembered manners. “Uh. You’re not weird about this, right?”

  Kai blinked. “About a bath with clothes on?”

  Rin pointed at him. “Don’t make it sound stupid.”

  “Not weird. Go.”

  Rin nodded quickly, relieved, then kicked off her boots and waded in up to her knees with a hiss.

  “Cold,” she muttered. Then she splashed water over her arms and shoulders.

  Kai watched her a second, then turned his eyes away, giving space. His focus went inward. He touched the latch again. Time froze. The cascade stopped mid-fall. Droplets hung like beads. Rin’s hand paused above her sleeve, water suspended around her fingers.

  The Presence arrived like it had been waiting. Kai held the choice in his mind for a beat.

  Fire will never be wasted in this dungeon. Not with the cold, the rain, the wet clothes, the need to cook, to scare things off, to make light feel real. Even if he never threw another fireball, the element would pay for itself.

  Then his thoughts slid to yesterday’s other pick. Fast Learning. The ten seconds. The way he’d forced a spell to make sense by sheer repetition inside his head. He already knew the basics now. Not perfectly, but enough. Taking it again would be comfort, not necessity. And comfort cost points. Kai exhaled, steadying himself. Better to keep what he could. In case the dungeon asked for something worse later.

  He nodded to the Presence. Kai didn’t bother with full sentences.

  [Epic] Mastery: Magic (Fire).

  A quiet confirmation. The rule locked into place. Mana widened. Heat returned. Not instantly comfortable. More like stepping into a tool you knew how to use but didn’t fully own. And time released. The cascade resumed. Rin splashed again, unaware anything had happened.

  Kai stepped closer to the edge and waded in a little, water soaking his pants up to the knees.

  Rin looked at him. “Okay. That’s already better.”

  Kai dipped his hands, rinsed his face, the back of his neck. For a few seconds, it almost felt normal.

  Then Rin shivered hard and cursed under her breath. “Okay. I’m clean. But I’m so cold. Dry me, please.”

  Kai lifted his hands. He could feel the fire sitting inside him again. He focused, and warmth gathered. Then he pressed his palms gently against Rin’s back. This was harder than yesterday. Even though he knew the spell now, it took more concentration to keep the heat smooth, to spread it without burning, to dry without turning it into discomfort.

  Rin stiffened. Kai immediately pulled away. “Sorry.”

  Rin turned her head, eyes wide. “No. No, do it again.”

  “What?”

  Rin rolled her eyes like she was offended he didn’t understand. “That. The warmth. Do it. It feels so good.”

  Kai laughed under his breath, then put his hands back on her upper back, careful, respectful. Heat flowed. Controlled. Not burning. Just a deep, steady warmth. Rin exhaled.

  “Oh,” she said softly. “Yeah. That’s the stuff.”

  Kai’s cheeks warmed, and not from fire.

  “Okay,” Rin said, voice normal again. “Do your own back too. Don’t be a hero.”

  Kai did, awkwardly, pressing his hands to his ribs and shoulders until the damp chill backed off. Rin stepped out of the basin, dripping, and started to pull her boots back on.

  Her braid was still wet. Pink strands stuck to her neck and collar like seaweed. Rin didn’t notice at all. She was already turning to leave.

  Kai cleared his throat. “Rin.”

  She paused. “What?”

  “Your hair.”

  Rin blinked like he’d said a foreign word. She reached back, touched the braid, and made a face. “Ugh. Whatever. It’ll dry.”

  Kai stepped closer, gentle. “It won’t.”

  Rin opened her mouth to argue, then stopped. Something about Kai’s tone made her hesitate.

  He lifted his hands. “Can I?”

  Rin stared at him for a second, then shrugged with forced casualness. “Sure. If you want.”

  Kai focused again, and warmth gathered in his palms. He worked carefully, fingers hovering near her braid, heat flowing in controlled waves. Rin went still. For once, she didn’t fill the silence with jokes.

  After a few seconds, the braid stopped dripping. Then the strands loosened, soft again, warm to the touch. Kai lowered his hands, breathing a little harder than he wanted to admit. Rin turned her head slightly. She looked at him like she was deciding whether to make a joke. Then she didn’t.

  “Thank you, Kai,” she said quietly.

  Kai felt something small and stupid bloom in his chest. “Yeah. No problem.”

  The moment lasted two seconds.

  Then Rin’s head snapped toward the corridor. Kai followed her gaze. Half-hidden behind hanging vines, peeking like a thief at a window. A spriggan. It froze when it realized it had been seen. The spriggan turned to run.

  “Oh no you don’t,” she said.

  Rin moved. One clean step. One flick of her wrist. The chain shot out like it had a mind. It wrapped around the spriggan’s small body, tight, efficient, and the blade end hooked the loop like a lock. Rin yanked. The spriggan slid across wet stone with a squeal, claws scraping uselessly. It slammed into Rin’s boot. Rin looked down at it like it was trash.

  Kai stared. Then, before he could stop himself, he said, “You look like you’ve done that your whole life.”

  Rin’s head lifted sharply. For a split second, something flickered in her eyes. Not pride. Something closer to getting caught.

  Then she scoffed and kicked the spriggan lightly. “Yeah, well. Some of us have hobbies.”

  Rin leaned down, chain still tight, and pulled the spriggan up just enough so it dangled stupidly. It hissed and chirped like an angry bird.

  Rin put on a high voice. “Oh no, I’m a scary forest demon, please don’t hurt me.”

  Kai snorted. “That’s a terrible impression.”

  Rin gasped, offended. “How dare you?”

  They laughed like kids for a second, because for a second they could. Then Rin’s eyes hardened. She lifted her chain-blade.

  “Alright,” she said.

  Kai stepped forward quickly. “Wait.”

  Rin paused mid-motion, blade hovering. Her expression shifted. Suspicion first. Then annoyance. “What?”

  Kai looked at the spriggan. Then at Rin. Then he said, carefully, “Don’t kill it yet.”

  Rin stared like he’d lost his mind. “Excuse me?”

  Kai pointed at the spriggan. “We can use it.”

  Rin’s eyes narrowed. “Use it how?”

  Kai hesitated, searching for words that wouldn’t sound insane. Then he said it anyway. “To train.”

  “Train?”

  Kai nodded, getting more confident as he spoke, because this part was simple in his head.

  “You told me you normally use electricity,” he said. “But you haven’t. Not once.”

  Rin’s jaw tightened slightly. “Because water. Duh.”

  Kai nodded. “Yeah. So you’re holding back.”

  Rin didn’t answer.

  Kai kept going. His brain was already sprinting. “Your chain is enchanted. It has to be. There’s no Skill that just gives you electric control on a chain like that without a source.”

  Rin stared at him, eyes sharp now. “Source?”

  “You’re an enchanter,” he said.

  The words landed like a stone. Rin’s grin vanished. Not in a dramatic way. In a quiet way. Like someone had switched a light off. Rin looked down at the spriggan, then away. She didn’t want to meet his eyes.

  “How do you know that?” she asked, voice flat.

  Kai blinked, confused. “Because… it’s obvious.”

  Rin flinched, just a little.

  “I studied Skills. A lot. And my brother is an enchanter too.”

  Rin didn’t look up.

  Kai continued. “Electric enchantment is hard. Really hard. But actual control at range, with real power… that’s not easy.”

  Rin’s hands tightened on the chain. Kai saw it now. The tension. The fear. Not of spriggans. Of being judged. Kai opened his mouth to fix it. Rin beat him to it. Her voice broke out sharper than she probably meant.

  “I know,” she snapped. “I know it’s stupid. I know I picked the worst element. I know I’m stubborn and it’s pointless and I’m going to become dead weight the second I can’t pull it.”

  She looked at him finally, eyes bright with anger and something worse.

  “Like right now,” she added, voice cracking. “In this stupid wet dungeon.”

  The spriggan chirped weakly between them, still wrapped in the chain, as if it didn’t understand it had become background noise. Kai stared at Rin. No sarcasm. No teasing.

  Just a quiet, immediate certainty. “That’s not stupid,” he said.

  Kai stepped closer, expression genuine. “It’s awesome.”

  Kai nodded at the spriggan. “And this,” he said, “is perfect.”

  Rin frowned, lost. “Perfect for what?”

  Kai smiled, small and real.

  “Show me,” he said. “I want to see what you can do when you stop holding it back.”

  Rin stared at him like she didn’t know what to do with that kind of sentence.

  Then, very quietly, she asked, “You’re not making fun of me?”

  Kai shook his head once. Simple. Certain. “No.”

  Rin swallowed. Her grip on the chain loosened a fraction. The dungeon’s rain kept falling. The leaves kept glowing. And somewhere deep inside the Verdant Cradle, something chirped again, far away.