You have consumed [Sanctigant Horn Fluid].
New skill acquired: [Flesh Recalibration]
[Skill: Flesh Recalibration (Lv.1)]
Allows alteration of your physical size at will.
Note: Excessive resizing may cause muscle fatigue or clothes malfunction.
Nathan let out a small smile as he raised his palm, watching the faint glow still shimmering across his skin.
His body felt lighter. More... flexible.
As if his muscles and joints now obeyed the will of his inner self.
"Validia," he said softly.
The giantess turned toward him—her wide eyes still carrying traces of confusion, but also... warmth.
A foreign warmth, but not unwelcome.
"I might have something for you later."
Validia blinked slowly.
Nathan grinned, rising to his feet and brushing the damp earth off his knees.
"Secret," he replied casually, stepping back once.
Validia remained in place, head tilted slightly, trying to decipher Nathan’s words like a sacred riddle.
Meanwhile, far from the warmth shared between two beings of vastly different size—
in a dark chamber bathed in soft blue light from a massive crystal panel,
Lilith — Tower Manager.
She stared at the observation panel displaying Nathan and Validia inside the Eclipse Pit.
Her lips parted slightly. Her breath caught.
Her eyes widened... then slowly turned red.
Her hand clutched her chest.
"What... is this..." she whispered, her voice trembling.
"That kind of connection... that kind of beautiful relationship..."
Tears welled at the corner of her eyes—but didn’t fall.
"I’m proud of him..."
Yet her body moved on its own. Her right hand began to cup the snow-white breast beneath her black dress. Her left hand stroked her thigh—shifting, brushing, creating friction.
"Eumm... I... feel hot..."
She covered her mouth, eyes still locked onto the screen. "This is... incredible," she muttered, biting her black lips.
In the cold, dark observation chamber,
Lilith’s body was now laid bare.
Her gown had ridden up to her hips.
Both thighs lifted, spread, and the fingers of her left hand... danced slowly.
Their rhythm followed her breath—
hurried, then slow, then climbing with the thumping in her chest.
she whispered, her voice trembling but deep.
Her eyes were still locked on the screen.
On the man now walking lightly beside the giantess who had just tasted his essence.
"That kind of bond...
Beautiful... too beautiful..."
Her fingers pressed deeper.
Her body trembled—not from the cold,
but from something pressing in from within.
Lilith, the Tower Manager, was drowning in a sensation she could not name.
Meanwhile, deep in the cave where the Eclipse light could not reach,
Domina sat leaning against the wall, hugging her knees.
Livia suddenly lifted something from the hay.
A flower crown—still fresh, vibrant in color,
and in the center, a single golden feather.
"Velmora made this, didn’t she?" Livia murmured.
Domina glanced over and gave a small smile.
"Looks like Nathan forgot to bring it."
Livia hugged the crown for a moment.
"Ever since he arrived... this place has felt warmer."
Domina nodded slowly.
"Yeah. But... what is this place even called..."
Livia turned her head, brow furrowed.
"Hmm... I don’t know,
but it feels like something’s off—
and it all started because of Nathan."
Domina closed her eyes briefly.
Livia gave a soft smile, placing her hand on her chest.
"I can’t explain the weird feeling inside me..."
Domina opened her eyes, gaze sharpening.
"I feel it too. But no matter how strange things get..." She stood slowly, posture firm like a lioness preparing to pounce. "Let’s hope... we won’t have to kill him."
Meanwhile, far from the Eclipse pit and the gaze of the woman in black—
In a quiet corner, Velmora sat cross-legged amid soft grass that grew unnaturally—nurtured by the lingering traces of Eclipse energy drifting through the air.
Her hands were busy weaving flowers—
petal by petal, arranged with near-sacred precision.
The petals weren’t just colors.
They were emotional reflections.
Velmora’s eyes slowly opened.
Her pupils... glowed.
"The colors on his head," she murmured,
"they’ve started to dance..."
Her fingers pressed a single violet petal into the center of the wreath.
"No longer locked. No longer bound..."
Her lips parted slightly.
Her breath felt warm.
"...They’re moving freely now."
Suddenly, her hands stopped.
She clutched a fistful of flowers tightly.
Her body trembled slightly.
Her face turned red—not from embarrassment,
"...I want to smell... his sweat..."
The whisper escaped unfiltered.
As if it wasn’t her speaking—
but an ancient instinct, long sealed behind the boundaries of awareness.
"And... lick it," she added, lowering her head.
Her head tilted slightly.
Her cheeks flushed pink—glimmering under the Eclipse haze.
Her fingers touched her own lips,
then returned to the flowers.
"These flowers... they must smell good.
Just like his body does when he sweats from moving too much..."
The new crown was nearly complete.
Deep within the pit, nestled inside the hollow of a giant tree trunk—
a trunk that stretched toward the heavens like the bones of a sky-born giant—
Morvesaa curled up in silence.
Her tiny frame, pale skin, and jet-black hair were wrapped in dry leaves and old feathers—
a natural blanket that cocooned her form.
Her eyes were half-open, gazing at the faint Eclipse light still dancing gently through the air.
"I feel... longing," she whispered softly.
Her wings shifted slightly.
"I don’t know for whom...
I don’t know for what."
She turned her head outward.
"That fragile creature..." she whispered.
"Can he... soothe this tightness in my chest?"
Letting time pass through her.
the Eclipse reached its end.
The black clouds spiraling in the sky began to dissolve.
And at last—the sunlight returned to the world.
Like a sign from the universe.
The Rabbit Fighters, who had been hiding, now leapt out from behind rocks.
They laughed and chased one another.
Their tails swayed with joy.
Beneath the farm’s foundation, a shy snake
Validia pushed the lid of the pit slowly.
The cover—shaped like a giant jar lid—creaked open with a soft scraping sound.
Her body began to grow again, slowly—rising tall and majestic as before.
Nathan watched from behind, then smiled faintly.
"Looks like... it’s time to give her a gift."