I resisted the urge to sigh. There wasn't a single member of the Nightjars I could beat. Not even close. I wouldn't last ten seconds against any of them—five if they were in a bad mood.
I turned to Kairos like he was my last lifeline. "I have a mission I need to do," I said, injecting every ounce of seriousness I could muster.
Before he could reply, something tugged gently at my sleeve. "Sister, sister, can you show me your dagger?"
I looked down at the soft voice and saw Gula staring up at me with round, curious eyes. A tiny Caballenian girl—maybe eleven, maybe thirteen—small enough to look harmless but dangerous enough to level a city if she sneezed the wrong way.
Cute, yes. Harmless, absolutely not.
In fact, if we had to be technical… Gula was probably the strongest existence in this cave.
No—not Gula herself. But the thing attached to her.
"My real weapon isn't a dagger," It was the lamest excuse I could muster, but there was no way I was showing her my Arcanum.
