Luck–if it could still be called that–stood on Kiaria's side.
The instant his foot halted mid-step, the warning from the Dragon Emperors thundered through his consciousness like a blade striking stone. He did not hesitate. Kiaria shifted his weight backward in a smooth, controlled motion, retreating just enough to escape danger without stirring panic.
He lowered his gaze.
The ground beneath him shimmered faintly.
"…What is this…?" Kiaria murmured.
He bent down slowly, careful not to let his shadow fall over the object. Nestled among dead leaves and damp soil lay a tiny sphere of gold, gleaming unnaturally against the dull earth.
"A golden bead?!"
The words escaped him sharper than intended.
As he leaned closer, several footsteps rushed in behind him.
"Hey–don't block the light!" Kiaria snapped without looking back. "I can't see properly. Give me some space."
His tone was calm.
But firm.
