The Tempest Unbound!

Daniel, still clutching his bundle of SSS-enhanced body-tempering herbs like a shield against her icy glare.

He felt his earlier confidence evaporating faster than water on a scorching sidewalk.

"Look, I honestly had no idea!"

Daniel stammered, raising his free hand in a reassuring gesture.

His Strength stat of over 180 was doing absolutely nothing to help him in this particular close-quarters engagement.

Ayra's grey eyes narrowed further, unmoved by his fumbling explanation.

He could practically see the "Does this idiot think I was born yesterday?" thought bubble forming above her head.

She had a point; his excuse sounded flimsy even to his own ears.

"Herbs," she repeated, her voice dripping with skepticism. "In my bathroom. While I am showering."

This was Ayra Sand , a name whispered with respect even amongst the other prodigies of Vanguard Academy, though Daniel hadn't known it until this very awkward moment.