"No," he muttered, his voice firm with determination. "You're not going through this for twenty-four days."
Ivy's eyes widened in horror.
"Twenty-four days?" she repeated weakly, shaking her head. "I won't survive that long… I can already feel myself getting weaker…"
Without wasting another second, Silas turned toward the temporal storage, his voice commanding. "Temporary storage, is there a way to stop this?"
A cold, emotionless response echoed almost immediately.
[One billion KB points required.]
Ivy gritted her teeth, her fingers curling tightly as a flicker of hesitation crossed her face. But it lasted only a moment. "Fine," she said firmly. "Take it."
The transaction completed instantly.
[It is simple,] the storage responded calmly. [Equip red gloves. The effect will cease.]
Ivy's brows furrowed deeply, suspicion flashing across her face. "Why red gloves?" she questioned sharply.
"Why specifically red? Why not anything else?"
