Location: Dark Forest - Outer Ring Cave | Doha (Lower Realm)
Time: Day 370-371
The shoulder ached. Not the sharp, screaming pain of two days ago when the boar's tusk had torn through leather and flesh—just a dull, persistent throb that flared whenever Jayde moved wrong. The healing pill had done its job on the surface. Closed the wound, stopped the bleeding, and prevented infection. But underneath? The deep tissue damage would take time.
Time she had. Time she could use.
Jayde sat cross-legged at the old man's desk, surrounded by scrap metal and salvaged components. Her right arm moved carefully, testing the range of motion without aggravating the injury. Limited, but functional. Good enough.
(Are we really doing this?) Jade's voice carried equal parts excitement and uncertainty. (Making a weapon? Like the Federation ones?)
