"Not just that," she added, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at Tracy more closely. "Your luck… has been taken away."
"…Taken away?"
Tracy frowned, her voice barely above a whisper. Lana's gaze lingered on her.
The first time she had met Tracy, she had only seen a soft white aura, gentle, kind, but otherwise ordinary.
But now... now that she was truly looking, she noticed something else.
Hidden within that white aura were tiny, strange specks.
They were white too...but far brighter. Like stars scattered across a pale sky.
At first glance, they looked beautiful. But the longer she stared… The more unnatural they seemed.
Too bright. Too sharp.Almost… glaring.
'These aren't natural…' Lana thought, her expression turning grim. 'They're remnants… traces of something that was taken…'
She inhaled deeply and spoke, her voice calm yet heavy with truth.
"That relative of yours… swapped her average luck with your good luck."
The room fell silent.
