Iseul had abandonment issues ever since her parents' disappearance. She was never one to act out or complain openly about things.
After her parents' so-called passing, Iseul was drowned in bills. Their funds were sapped up very quickly, and she had to go to the scrapyard for the very first time. She had encountered trouble there, but Hae-won and her brother Joon-seok had stepped in.
Joon-seok handled the gangs and bosses who had been harassing her, and after that, things changed.
Iseul began hanging around them more often, and Hae-won had forced her way into Iseul and her siblings' life.
Hae-won wasn't willing to give up on any more family.
And Iseul… she wasn't either. Especially not now, when she had the power to do anything to help them.
The radiation storm that had raged moments ago was being absorbed back at the same speed it had formed. The endless sky folded and pulsed around her dreamscape, swallowing chaos into order.
Iseul watched blankly, her eyes empty, not caring about anything except the sight of unnie Hae-won inside the healing box.
Worry ate at her heart like fire. Hae-won needed a patcher.
But patchers were expensive as hell.
Forget expensive—they were nearly impossible to get a hold of unless you had mountains of credits and connections.
Iseul clenched her teeth until they ached.
No.
She would create Hae-won new legs and a new arm herself.
She had too their was no other way around it.
No matter the cost she had to fix this!
A surge of strength and infinitia force was sucked out of Iseul as black spots clouded her vision.
Give her new limbs. Create Hae-won new legs and an arm that works no different from the originals.
She poured this intent into her gift, into the glowing healing box where Hae-won lay. Every feeling of helplessness, desperation, and fear she had been carrying burst out of her chest.
The box lit up like a star.
Inside, bones began to sprout, glowing white and fragile at first, before weaving into sturdy shapes. They grew and extended into the empty spaces where flesh had once been. New arms, new legs—her gift obeyed her will.
Hae-won moaned in discomfort, her body twitching, moving weakly for a moment before stilling again. Sweat dripped down her pale face.
"I'm sorry it hurts, unnie," Iseul whispered, pressing her face against the healing box and stroking it gently. "But you'll get better after this."
She continued pouring infinitia force into the construct.
Something wet dripped down her nose. She raised a shaking hand to wipe it away, only to see bright red blood staining her fingers.
She ignored it.
Her vision blurred. Her body shook. But she kept pouring everything she had into creating new flesh and limbs for Hae-won, blocking out everything else.
"Creator, please stop! You are killing yourself."
Loadon's eyes shifted to a deep yellow, his voice heavy with concern as he stood beside her. He reached out, holding her up when her body began to sway.
But Iseul didn't stop.
Her gift was devouring too much radiation for her body to digest. It hurt—it felt like her veins were boiling.
"Pfft—cough!"
Iseul choked, coughing up blood as a backlash ripped through her chest. Her gift was overeating, gluttonous, swallowing more than her body could handle.
"Please, Creator, stop it!" Loadon begged. He tried to pull her away from the healing box, but she slapped his hand aside, her eyes blazing with refusal.
She would not stop until it was done.
Until every bone and every tendon, every piece of flesh and muscle had grown back.
Finally, the glow inside the healing box steadied. Hae-won's legs and arm were whole again—bones, tendons, muscle, skin all restored.
Tears of relief dripped down Iseul's face.
"Breathing and heart rates are stable," Loadon said softly, his tone filled with awe. "Creator's friend should awaken at any moment."
"Huh?" Iseul lifted her head slowly, dazed, fighting hard to stay awake.
Her body trembled from exhaustion, every muscle screaming at her to collapse.
Her dreamscape domain filled with cracks, spiderwebbing across the endless sky. A door appeared in the air again—tall, glowing, impossible—before it pulled.
Everything began to be sucked back into her domain: the radiation, the twisted metals, the corpses of the mutated animals.
The healing box dissolved, golden threads unwinding, and gently placed Hae-won's restored body onto the floor.
At that moment, Joon-seok, Ji-ho, Choon-hee, Chul-jun, and Chang-min burst onto the scene.
They froze, eyes wide, as they witnessed the impossible sight before them.
The glowing cracks.
The way reality itself seemed to bend and mend around Iseul.
"What the hell did we just witness!?" Chang-min whispered, his voice shaking.
None of them knew. None of them understood what Iseul had just done.
But now there was no doubt in their minds—the strange deaths of the mutated animals had everything to do with her, and with this unfathomable gift she wielded.
Joon-seok was the first to move. His heart pounded in his chest as he dashed down toward Iseul and his sister's side.