Fireborn Wings.
Tave finally had a name for them. His Gaia Wings, officially granted by Kaelira. And with that name came a shift, a new level of control. They weren't just borrowed power anymore; they were part of him now.
Kaelira hadn't completely submitted, but this was a start. She had acknowledged him.
That was more than enough.
And it couldn't have come at a better time.
Tave was already at Level 29. Just one step away. A few more kills, a few more seconds of survival. That was all it would take to push him to Level 30. To break into Gaia Master. To become something that could actually stand toe to toe with these monsters.
The Gaia Flame Mode still wasn't clear. No system explanation. No warning. Just raw fire, burning deep in his veins, coiling around his body like it wanted to consume him just as much as it wanted to empower him.
And somehow, it worked.
