In just a few minutes, the green caterpillar had spun enough silk to completely envelop itself.
Time seemed to accelerate for the caterpillar.
Of course, time hadn't actually accelerated. Song Ciwan knew this better than anyone. She was a master of manipulating time; if it had truly sped up, she would have sensed it.
The caterpillar's rapid silk-spinning and cocoon formation was entirely due to the strange thread she had just plucked.
She had only given it a gentle flick, not even providing it with any Energy, yet a powerful life force had suddenly erupted from within the caterpillar.
It was this life force that had jolted the caterpillar from the brink of death, causing it to rapidly spin its cocoon.
Another few minutes passed, and the cocoon in Song Ciwan's palm twitched.
CRACK!
First, a slender antenna poked through.
Then, a section of a grayish-green wing emerged. A moment later, the entire cocoon split open, and a green butterfly flew out.
