From the very moment Kelly had been poisoned, she had sensed something strange happening inside her body.
While the poison scourge ravaged her from within, that was only part of it.
Something else was there. Something unusual. Something… strange.
The moment she tried to channel Cosmic Dust, it came into contact with the poison moving through her veins—and instead of rebounding or resisting, the Cosmic Dust did something entirely unexpected.
It embraced the poison.
It vibrated alongside it, as if trying to match its natural frequency.
It moved and flowed along the same pattern, tracing new pathways it had never traversed before.
Hours passed like this. The Dust kept adjusting itself, constantly changing, flowing in harmony with the scourge that hammered at her from within.
Soon, she couldn't tell the difference anymore. It didn't feel like the Cosmic Dust was copying the poison—it felt like it had become it.
Then she heard a voice. Familiar. Infuriating.
