A day had passed since I parted ways with Freyja, and the morning found in the quiet morning of training. Or rather, a ditative practice disguised as exercise.
I sat cross-legged, the dawn light filtering through the windows, casting soft hues onto the particles of white sand floating around . They danced with a rhythm I could now command much better than before. My progress had clearly leaped forward.
Opening my palm, I watched as the grains swirled in perfect harmony, responding to my will with precision. A faint smile tugged at my lips.
If only Nevia could see this... how far I've co.
Well maybe it was possible but it depended on whether Celeste would awaken her mories or not.
With a thought, I dismissed the sand, letting the particles fade like whispers in the air. Then, I raised my right hand.
For a mont, nothing happened. Then, a tremor began, faint at first, growing stronger. Dark purple particles shimred into existence, swirling ominously around my arm. The energy felt alive, volatile.
Samael's Wrath.
"Urghh!" A sharp jolt coursed through . My arm throbbed, trembling violently under the strain. Clenching my teeth, I gripped my forearm tightly, grounding myself against the tide of chaos. Slowly, with calm breaths, I wrestled control from the surging emotion.
My amber eyes caught the reflection of the Wrath's particles. They hovered, seemingly harmless, but I knew better.
I closed my fist, forcing the energy to dissipate. The particles vanished into nothingness, leaving only the faint tremor in the air.
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"About what?" I asked, standing and heading toward the bath. Stripping off my clothes, I stepped into the shower.
I ran a hand over the faucet's tactile interface, and a mont later, water cascaded from the showerhead, soaking my hair and washing away the tension clinging to my body.
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Nihil's warnings were clear—terrifyingly so.
Samael wanted to gather all the Sins, to act as a vessel for his twisted resurrection. A soul from who-knows-how-many millennia ago, vying for control of my body. If he succeeded, I would cease to exist, erased entirely to make room for his return.
There was no way I'd let that happen.
But...
"Durathiel is already using a Sin," I muttered, brushing my wet hair back as the water cascaded down. "I don't have a choice. To beat him, I need to wield a Sin of my own."
The voice in my mind carried a rare note of concern.
A faint smile tugged at my lips. "You know, Cleenah, if this had been when we first t, you'd probably have been thrilled to teach how to use it. You're unusually calm—and much too worried—lately," I said, glancing up at the steam rising in the bathroom.
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I laughed softly at her silence. "You don't have to answer . But don't worry—I won't overuse it. I just don't have much choice right now. I'm up against a Sin Holder. If I take another attack from his Sin without a way to defend myself, I might not survive this ti."
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