Mordica was still on the ground, looking at the shredded pieces of the bottle with a conflicted expression.
"Is it something precious?"
Kaiser asked, crouching before her.
He also observed the bottle pieces, noticing they they weren't plastic material but actually rare crystals.
"Oh…" He blinked, then looked at Mordica. "Do you want it repaired?"
As if his words were lightning, she looked at him, her brows twitching.
"What? Adjust it with paper tape? Or heal it?"
There was indignation, helplessness, and resignation in her voice.
Kaiser nodded. "Yes. That's the word—Heal."
To Mordica's surprise, the fragmented pieces immediately snapped back into place, becoming whole once again. The marks where they had been cut were completely erased, and it looked as new as ever.
Mordica's mouth hung open slightly.
"You… what kind of sorcery was that? Did you reverse time?"
He shook his head. "No? Time isn't something simple to manipulate, and mind you, that's not sorcery."
