Chitinborne {BETA}

It had been an ordinary, comforting evening—just you and your grandmother lingering over dinner in the warm hush of her dining room—when she quietly set down a glass containing a small pool of shimmering greenish liquid. Barely a quarter full, it glowed faintly, throwing strange reflections across the table. She watched you with the same soft, knowing eyes you’d trusted all your life, and murmured, almost as if sharing a secret, “This will help you become what you’re meant to be.” Her voice carried a gentle gravity, an implication you couldn’t quite decipher but felt deep in your chest.