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“The power of wisdom is an internal power, more like a state of being rather than a force you’re sending outwards. Its bounds are limitless.” Orrin preens, pacing back and forth before me in the small training room.
Mateo huffs out an exasperated sigh. “Its bounds are limitless,” he mimics in a mocking, haughty tone. I glance in his direction and just catch his look of contempt at the god of wisdom before he schools his features, whistling innocently as though he hadn’t said a thing.
I was surprised when Mateo accompanied us to the small training room given his distance lately. But given his attitude towards Orrin, it seems as though it was mostly to keep an eye on the god of wisdom. My chest deflates a little with that thought, hoping he was getting over whatever was holding him back. But at least he’s here, that’s a start, right?
Orrin grumbles something unintelligible under his breath, drawing my gaze back to him. His face twisting as he holds back his own snide remarks.
“Delve into your power and focus it on your mind, imagining the capacity broadening your mental capabilities,” Orrin says through gritted teeth, his glare still focused on Mateo.
I shake my head, almost at my capacity to handle all of their bullshit. The squabbling has been ongoing since we entered the small room. None of the guys wanted to leave me alone with either the god of wisdom or the god of justice. Apparently meaning that all four of them had to accompany me.
My father already stopped in when we all met at the front entrance, explaining the progress they made yesterday. Which was pretty much nothing—there was no trace of any plans in any of their offices or residences. The place was wiped clean before they got there, solidifying my suspicions that they had a contingency plan in place.
The thing puzzling me was, why would they want to help Titus? Was it just to get rid of me? My father explained they would do a more extensive search today, but I don’t really have high hopes for it.
Nyssa darts me an apologetic look from where she leans against the marble wall, silently observing the lesson. With that, I close my eyes, focusing my power as Orrin instructed. It takes but a moment to focus it inward, as most of the energy I’ve focused on myself before now has been on my body, not my mind. I picture my mind as a room, the walls expanding, the capacity limitless.
My eyes blink open at the sensation, my brainpower opens up immensely, making me feel as though I could learn anything.
“Very good,” Orrin drawls, prowling closer to me as though pulled by an invisible force.
“That’s enough,” Maximus growls, stepping forward faster than I thought was possible for the towering god.
“But we haven’t even—”
“I said,” he growls every louder, his chest rumbling menacingly. “That’s enough.”
“Fine,” Orrin says in a huff, marching over to where Nyssa waits on the opposite wall. “It’s your turn, I guess.” He crosses his arms over his chest, pouting like a petulant child.
I eye him curiously, my power of wisdom still in place, almost allowing me to analyze his actions more in-depth than I’d be able to normally. I pat Maximus’ arm in a reassuring gesture. Orrin isn’t interested in me, no, he’s interested in my power, in a female that can unlock their mind just as he can. We’ll I’m not sure if that’s supposed to comfort me or scare the hell out of me.
I close off the power to my mind, not sure if I really can take the constant added insight that accompanies wisdom.
“We should get started then,” Nyssa says, striding forward. Her long blue hair plaited in a braid, just like the previous day, swings around her with each step. She exudes power and confidence in every stride.
“It was good that Orrin went first as justice is a power of both the mind and outward force,” she says, settling before me where Orrin just left.
She pulls out an electrified rod, and I jump back at the sight, not trusting this woman I barely know. She chokes on a laugh at my reaction, stifling it a moment later when she sees my wary expression.
“This is my scepter, it’s what I use to channel my power, but using your hand is fine too.” She assures me, holding it out so I can inspect the weapon. I take some comfort in the fact that none of the guys rushed forward when she pulled it out.
The weapon—because that’s what I’m calling it—is shaped like a sword yet, the sides are barbed, not a straight edge, with sharp tips lining the sides. It’s pointed with a deadly-sharp pronged end instead of the singular one of a usual bladed weapon. Electricity runs up the side, or … not electricity? I quirk an eyebrow in question, glancing back up at her.
“My power manifests internally but also externally, just as say fire or water would. It isn’t electricity but a stream of power that follows my will. Just as it bound the former council yesterday, it could mimic anything, really. It can shock, burn or freeze.”
“How does it manifest internally?” I ask curiously, inspecting the weapon once more before meeting her aqua blue gaze.
“Well, since I’m justice, my power takes a read of a person and signals to me if they are guilty or not, and how severe their punishment should be,” she states simply, without a smug smile. I stand shocked at the level of power she’s capable of, that I’m capable of, without even knowing.
“Envision your power and let the feeling of justice wash over you. The need to see justice served, focus it in your mind and let it take over your awareness,” she instructs, taking a step back to give me space. “When you feel that shift, push the power out through your hands, and let it follow your will.”
I do as she instructs, pulling on the power in my center and letting it fill my mind. I focus on the feeling of justice, picturing the feeling that washes over you when someone answers for their wrongdoings. My mind expands in much the same way it had with the power of wisdom, however instead of open space, it seems to shrink my concentration, opening my mind singularly on evoking justice.
Feeling that shift, I push the energy out through my hands. The power crackles back and forth between my palms, my eyes flashing open at the sensation.
The blue energy arcs back and forth, moving between my palms with nowhere else to go. It doesn’t feel like electricity despite the way it sparks against my palms. No, it’s raw power, focused with a single intention.
I blink in confusion, frowning down at my hands as the power fizzles out. The stream of energy still flows within me, but my concentration has broken from focusing it outwards, the dual focus points causing a dull ache to form behind my skull.
