What this meant was simple: every time I interacted with the system, to everyone else it looked like I was holding conversations with empty space. Muttering, grinning, sometimes even laughing at nothing.
I palmed my face.
I must've looked completely insane.
My goblins had probably noticed too. Zarah, especially. I could already imagine the look she'd given me—sharp, suspicious, like she was trying to decide whether her chief had finally lost it.
Before I could sink too deep into that thought, Ariel's voice brushed through my head again. She didn't sound particularly interested in the first question; instead, she moved on without missing a beat.
"Also, what did you do to your body? You look… different."
"I evolved." I grinned, spreading my arms a little, letting the word hang in the air. "Do I look good?"
Her molten eyes blinked once, then she rolled them dramatically.
"Not bad. You now look half-decent for a goblin."
I narrowed my gaze, lips twitching.
Brat. Absolute brat.
