"Evolving?" Molly and the other eight women all gasped in unison.

Ray nodded and explained his theory.

The nine women froze, stunned.

They had assumed that ability users were born lucky—chosen by fate. After the disaster, the rarest, most fortunate people would naturally emerge. But Ray said it could be cultivated after the fact. Exposure to toxic hail—or even enough cosmic radiation—could give anyone the chance to evolve.

Of course, the odds of success were abysmally low.

One percent? 0.1%