"Molly, what's wrong?"
"How did your eyes end up like this?!"
By the lakeshore, Anlia and Winsa were anxiously surrounding Moss and questioning her frantically.
They grabbed Moss by the shoulders and kept making gestures in front of her eyes, as though they still couldn't believe it.
Moss, on the other hand, looked as if nothing was wrong. She turned slightly toward Anlia, smiled, and spoke in reassurance:
"Don't worry, Big Sister Anlia, Big Sister Winsa. Don't panic. I'm fine."
Hearing this, Anlia studied Moss's expression and saw that she really did seem fine. The worry on her face gradually eased.
"What exactly happened? Molly, your eyes..."
She watched as Moss looked toward her, then asked doubtfully:
"Can you still see?"
"I can't see for the time being."
Moss shook her head, closed her eyes, and gently stroked them with her fingers as she smiled.
"It's because I obtained a new skill. I need some time to adjust to it."
"A skill... I see. Is it a Visual Skill?"
As Anlia listened to Moss, understanding dawned on her face, along with another trace of amazement.
Visual Skills were, in theory, the most difficult skills to obtain.
They had once even been hailed as abilities that could only be acquired as Heaven-Bestowed Skills at birth.
However, although they were difficult to obtain, there were still many records throughout history of people acquiring skills through cultivation or fortuitous encounters.
Anlia wasn't surprised by this. She was merely amazed that such a rare thing had happened.
"That's right."
Seeing that her explanation had been accepted, Moss smiled and nodded.
Winsa, who was standing nearby, also breathed a sigh of relief. However, she didn't let go of Moss's shoulders and asked worriedly:
"Are you really all right? Do you need me to carry you?"