Chapter 4: A Test of Power
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Chapter 4: A Test of Power
When we entered the training ground, my comrades took their positions, ready to conceal their powers.
“You better be certain that you’ll only copy one of my abilities,” Morgana said, glaring at me.
“Just make sure you deactivate all your other abilities and keep only your disguise ability active,” I replied.
“Diomedes and Geof will be under Morgana’s disguise ability, while Asthrid and I will be under Yexa’s,” Zane announced, only to be met with immediate opposition from Diomedes and Morgana.
“What? Bro, I want to be under Yexa too!” Diomedes exclaimed, stomping his foot on the ground like a petulant child.
“I’m fine with Geof, but this scoundrel dog? No! Can’t you two switch? My power is stronger than a copy,” Morgana scoffed, giving Diomedes a disdainful look.
My ears twitched at Morgana’s words, as if she were implying my ability was weak. Instead of arguing, I proved my power through action rather than words. I scanned the room and saw Geof holding his sword. At first glance, it seemed ordinary, but in the hands of a true warrior, it could slice through even the most substantial structures.
“Can I borrow your sword?” I asked.
Geof nodded and handed it to me. “Be careful. The Council forged this blade for a wolf warrior. It’s more than just a magical sword,” he warned.
“Understood. But can I create a replica of it?” I asked as I studied the weapon.
The moment I touch something, I can analyze its strengths and weaknesses. This allows me to reinforce its power while eliminating its flaws.
“Huh?” Geof looked bewildered, but before he could question me further, I had already created a replica of the weapon.
“Try this,” I said, handing it to him.
Surprised, Geof hesitated before accepting it. But before he could grip the hilt, I swiftly cut his palm, forcing him to absorb the blade’s energy.
A sharp sensation struck my mind—I could hear his thoughts.
He felt an unfamiliar energy coursing through him, surging with immense strength. He couldn’t explain it, but an image formed in his mind—the legendary White Wolf.
“This...” Geof’s voice trailed off, overwhelmed by the power flowing through him.
“What happened, Geof?” Asthrid asked, concerned.
“I... I don’t know,” he murmured. “I just saw the Legendary White Wolf. He was granting me his power.”
“What the hell?” Diomedes gasped. “That’s impossible! No one knows what happened to Alpha Lucian.”
“Did you not realize that Alpha Lucian’s spirit was sealed within that sword?” I asked, nodding toward the blade in Geof’s hand.
“How do you know that? I’ve used this sword every day and never felt anything like this,” Geof said, still astonished.
I exhaled. “Honestly, it was a coincidence. I didn’t know at first, but when I touched the sword, I sensed Alpha Lucian’s spirit—weak and desperate. He begged to be transferred to a stronger weapon. When I said I would replicate the sword, he immediately instructed me to do so, wanting his power to be wielded by a true wolf warrior.”
“You can communicate with spirits, too?” Diomedes asked, stunned.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. This is the first time I’ve encountered a possessed object.”
“How did you do it?” Asthrid asked, eyeing Geof’s sword curiously.
“I’m not sure. He just appeared in my mind and spoke to me,” I admitted.
“So you didn’t even know you had that ability?” Diomedes whistled, impressed. “That’s insane!”
“It’s not a big deal. Don’t inflate Yexa’s ego,” Morgana sneered, standing up. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Thank you,” Geof said sincerely. I smiled and nodded before stepping toward Morgana.
The room fell silent as Morgana suddenly slapped me with an enchanted strike. I would have been sent flying if I hadn’t reacted in time.
Blood trickled from the corner of my lips, but I ignored it and met Morgana’s eyes with an impassive stare.
“What the hell, Morgana?!” Zane snapped, rushing to my side.
Asthrid, Diomedes, and Geof followed, all glaring at Morgana.
“You weren’t supposed to do that!” Geof growled.
“It’s not my fault she talks big but can’t back it up in a fight,” Morgana scoffed. “She’s just good at copying abilities, but beyond that, she’s weak.”
“Weak?” I chuckled, wiping the blood from my lip. “If I were you, I’d take that back.”
“Oh yeah? Try me,” Morgana challenged, preparing for battle.
“I warned you, whatever happens now is on you.”
Zane tried to intervene, but it was too late. In the blink of an eye, I was behind Morgana, pressing something against her nape. It happened so fast that no one even saw me move.
My instincts urged me to end her life, but Zane’s furious voice snapped me out of it.
“Yexa, stop!”
He was fast. In mere seconds, he positioned himself between us, shielding Morgana. If he hadn’t, she would already be dead.
“What the hell are you doing? Were you trying to kill her?!” Zane roared.
His body trembled as he stared at me, his expression mixed with fear and disbelief.
“She chose to fight me. That means she was ready to die,” I said coldly.
“You’re insane! You were going to kill a fellow Moonchaser over a sparring match?!”
“Yes,” I stated firmly. “She was disrespectful. I am the Head Commandress of the Moonchasers! She has no right to insult me.”
Zane remained silent, unable to defend Morgana because he knew I was right.
He turned to her. Morgana’s face was pale, her body trembling.
“I’m sorry,” she gasped. “I didn’t mean what I said.” Then she collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath.
“Morgana!” Zane shouted, kneeling beside her.
“What’s happening to her?” Asthrid asked, alarmed.
“The... antidote,” Morgana choked out.
“Antidote?” Asthrid’s face paled. Her eyes widened as she studied Morgana’s symptoms. “No way!” she exclaimed.
Diomedes and Geof exchanged worried glances.
“What?” Zane asked, panic creeping into his voice.
"Yexa poisoned her. And it’s lethal,” Asthrid whispered. She cast a spell to slow the poison’s effects, but it
wasn’t a cure. “She’ll die if we don’t get the antidote immediately.”
“Damn it!” Zane turned to me, his eyes pleading. “Yexa, give me the antidote. Please.”
“Why should I?” I crossed my arms. “She asked for this.”
“For heaven’s sake! Give her another chance,” Zane begged, desperation in his voice.
Morgana’s condition worsened. Zane’s panic grew. “Please, Yexa...”
I watched him for a moment before moving behind Morgana. Pressing my palm to her nape, I extracted the source of the poison—a tiny, flesh-colored worm.
At first, it was nearly invisible, but the moment I pulled it free, it vanished. Morgana’s complexion immediately returned to normal.
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