In the hospital room, filled with the smell of medicines and sterility, Ytrisia lay on the bed, bandages wrapped around her skin—not for anything overly complicated, but simply for superficial wounds.
Her broken ribs, on the other hand, seemed to be healing on their own—a testament to her unique ability, which absorbed kinetic energy and slowly habituated her body and bones to withstand it.
Staring at the ceiling, Ytrisia couldn't help but let her mind drift back to today's events—from the moment she saved the people at the headquarters of Channel Poggo from a child who had been manipulated by someone... someone right here, in the very hospital where she now lay.
Though she wouldn't have been able to uncover clean information on her own, she had reached out for help from Darithi.
But what puzzled her the most was how Darithi hadn't even asked for time to investigate.
