Mio
Ivory led them deeper into the titan.
The ribcage alone was the size of a stadium. Mio's footsteps echoed wrong — too hollow, eaten before they reached anywhere.
"First things first!" Ivory spun on her heel, nearly tripping. "Inventory assessment. What are you carrying?"
Mio pulled up the screen.
[Inventory]
Aoi's Hair Clip x1
Putrid Core x1
+489 others...
"Mostly junk," Mio said.
[Appraisal]
Ivory's eyes glowed violet. She scanned the list without touching anything.
"Trash, trash, trash, decent, trash, ooh that's nice, trash, trash—"
Her eyes widened.
"Mio-san. Is that a Putrid Core?"
"Oh, this thing?" Mio pulled it from her inventory. It materialized in her right palm — the size of a golf ball, purple and crystalline, like a lollipop without its stick.
Mio's mouth started watering. She caught herself.
Nana came up behind Mio, her mouth watering next.
"Can I eat it?"
"No," both girls said at once.
A prompt appeared in the corner of her vision.
