Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 437

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 437**

Caroline stood in the quiet of her testing space, a familiar thrill coursing through her veins as she once again pushed the boundaries of her abilities. Today felt different; her body, almost weightless, responded effortlessly to her commands. Each stride she took, each leap she made, was imbued with a newfound vigor that left her exhilarated. It was as though she had shed the limitations that once held her back, her speed now soaring to heights she had only dreamed of.

With a sense of anticipation, she turned her attention to her powers. An electric pulse of energy surged within her, brighter and more potent than it had ever been. Her ice blade, a trusted companion in her arsenal, felt unyielding, sharper, and more formidable than before.

But it was the transformation of water and ice into steam that truly captivated her. This time, when she conjured steam, it radiated heat. In the past, she had been puzzled by the tepid nature of her steam, only slightly warmer than the air around her. Now, the distinction was stark, and the realization sent a thrill down her spine.

If she could elevate the temperature sufficiently, this steam could serve as a weapon—a weapon that could inflict real harm.

Eager to test her hypothesis, she snatched a thermometer and conducted an experiment. As she transformed water into steam, the reading soared to an impressive 175°F. But when she shifted ice directly into steam, the temperature skyrocketed to a staggering 250°F! The implications were staggering; such intense heat could scorch flesh or fur, leaving any unsuspecting target in peril.

A laugh escaped her lips, a mixture of disbelief and excitement. “Does this count as a new ability? And one I can wield at will?” she mused, her mind racing with possibilities.

Just as she was reveling in her discoveries, a sudden splash jolted her from her thoughts. “Pfft!” The sound was unmistakable—Silver, the little bird, had just awoken and attempted to take flight, only to misjudge her takeoff and plunge headfirst into the wooden barrel nearby.

At that very moment, Jet stirred from his slumber, his instincts kicking in as he witnessed Silver’s unfortunate descent. His feathers fluffed up in alarm. “Human! Human! Something’s wrong!” he squawked, panic lacing his voice.

Caroline rushed over, her heart racing as she knelt beside the barrel. She gently touched Silver, only to find her body radiating heat. “Wait! Is Silver mutating?” she exclaimed, a mix of concern and curiosity flooding her thoughts.

For the longest time, Caroline had believed Silver’s only gift was her remarkable speed. Clearly, she had underestimated her.

“Don’t panic. Just stay close to her,” Caroline reassured Jet, attempting to soothe his worries. Who would have imagined that Jet, the feisty little bird, had such a tender heart? With surprising gentleness, he slid back into the barrel, puffing up his wings as he carefully positioned Silver to keep her afloat. He then dipped his beak into the spring water, feeding her drops with a level of care that was almost heartwarming.

Throughout the process, Jet was meticulous, his demeanor almost protective, as if he feared causing her any harm.

Caroline playfully flicked Jet on the forehead. “Don’t wear yourself out, okay?” she chided lightly, a smile tugging at her lips.

Moments later, Raven stirred awake, his fur glistening in the light, darker and more vibrant than ever before. But before Caroline could celebrate this positive change, Raven suddenly swayed, collapsing onto the floor with a thud.

Her heart sank as she rushed to his side, touching his fur and feeling the heat radiating from him. “What’s happening? Is his ability upgrading, or is he developing something new?” she wondered, her mind racing with possibilities.

She had long suspected that Raven might possess dual abilities. Back in the storage space, he had consumed two distinct colors of energy, unlike Jet, who had only ever feasted on the blue variety. To be fair, Jet had been too preoccupied at the time, caught up in a scuffle with Raven, pecking at whatever he could find.

Raven, however, had always been drawn to the unfamiliar, eager to explore anything new that caught his eye, regardless of its color. Moments like these highlighted the stark contrast in their intellects.

With a determined resolve, Caroline lifted Raven and placed him back into the tub, pouring more spring water into his beak.

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