Kiba, ever the performer, held his gaze steady even as Adira and Elara trembled under his scrutiny.
Their naked bodies, sculpted by years of training, were exposed for all to see.
Yet, his golden eyes focused not on their curves, but on the ground a few feet ahead.
"Terribly sorry for the unfortunate predicament," he said, his voice dripping with sincerity.
Before they could react, he flicked his wrist and a gentle light enveloped them. When it faded, Adira and Elara gasped, finding themselves clad in sturdy leather jerkins and pants with armoured greaves. Their bare skin, a source of fear just moments ago, was now shielded.
Relief washed over their faces, chased quickly by confusion.
This "monster" had shown surprising restraint, even providing them with proper clothing.
Was this a trick!?
Ignoring their bewildered stares, Kiba turned to Tempest, whose face remained stoic despite a flicker of surprise in her eyes.
