ʕ•̫•ʔ---Origin World

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "I didn't do anything to Kaleon! I—"

He cut me off again, but this time, the fury in his eyes shifted into something else—puzzlement.

"You." His gaze bore into me, scrutinizing every inch. "How do you have Kaleon's essence?"

"W-what?!"

Before I could process his words, he did the most unthinkable thing.

He sniffed me.

Yes. He smelled me.

Great. Why do I always meet the weird gods and creatures?

As if that wasn't embarrassing enough, he took things a step further—floating me into the center of the room and turning me upside down.

The contents of my utility vest came tumbling out—my emergency food stash, tools, and other knickknacks clattering onto the floor.

No… my meat jerky!

"H-hey! Put me down!" I flailed uselessly. "I swear to god I didn't do anything to Kaleon!"