Mira's first reaction was to laugh but a sense of weakness started taking over as her legs started giving out on her.
However, before she could fall, Cain was by her side, using his hands to hold her steady. A frown was instantly on his face as he noticed her body was extremely hot for some reason. It wasn't at the level of overheating or anything, it was like her body itself was on fire.
He winced but didn't let go of her even as the skin on his hands started to burn. The smell of cooked flesh began to fill the room.
"…You've got to be kidding me…" Cain muttered, unease slipping through despite himself.
Something was wrong.
This was not just a copied skill.
This was something else.
Then a voice brushed against his thoughts.
Faint.
Soft.
Not loud enough to interrupt. Just enough to be noticed.
"…not breaking…"
Cain stilled.
That voice again.
"…Gluttony?"
Silence lingered for a moment before it came again, just as distant.
"…envy adapts…"
The words were simple.
