To most, it might not mean much. Just another stone.
But Kaya knew better.
She'd seen something like it before.
On Master's palm.
That last day—when he met her before disappearing—she had asked about the strange colored stones he carried. They shimmered with power, like frozen pieces of light.
He'd explained then, in his patient, tired voice:
"When a beast reaches a certain foundation of strength—not just brute force, but internal power—they can summon a crystal. The stone is part of them. White is the start of that strength. Above it comes yellow. Then green. Blue. And finally... purple. The rarest. The strongest."
She had never forgotten those words.
And now, looking at the glowing white stone in this fox's hand...
She couldn't believe what others said anymore.
"They're weak. Only good-looking. Decorative."
Wasn't that the rumor?
But this stone—it said something else.
It said he had capability.
Real capability.
