Infinite Power Romane & Geschichten

He knew what it would mean to her to get him back but it became impossible. About a year ago there was a power outage across all areas in the world. It was the strangest thing to have happened. The world inside the box was pure data and it had an infinite power source that could never run out. The days surrounding the power outage were long and hectic as guards rushed all over the place looking for a cause.

“It was dark, from what I heard, ma’am. The person who drugged you… they turned off the power.” I frowned. “But how is that possible?” My voice was sharper now, edged with confusion. “They’d have to know this place inside out to even figure out where the breaker is.” Lucy paused at the door, hand gripping the frame, then looked over her shoulder. “Don’t stress yourself too much, ma’am. I’m sure Mr. Blackwood is sorting everything out with your father.”

Sunny asked the old woman next to her. “That’s the evil seed power. To use its power you have to take a beating that’s near death before it activates, and anyone who uses the power will pay the price with their life. Depending on how long they use it, it will cut their life short or kill them instantly. And when that happens, it takes over their body completely. It would result in a war to stop it from spreading because it would find weak prey, use them to build an army of its own, and try to take over the world. It has happened in the past as well, and now it seems like it’s happening again.”

One figure, larger than the rest, stepped forward, its aura almost tangible, pressing against the edges of Eva’s consciousness. The ground beneath her feet quaked as roots and vines erupted like living spears, clawing at the intruders. Eva could feel the earth’s response, answering to her power in ways she had not yet fully controlled. Each strike of light from her hands forced them back, yet for every shadow that fell, another surged forward, relentless.

"I know she’s in there. I know you’re using Kaima to power this digital hell." " 'Hell' is such a dramatic word, Alpha Rowan," Vane smiled, walking down the stairs toward us. "We prefer to call it 'The Infinite Library.' Why leave the magic to rot in the mud where it can be used for war and chaos? Here, it is safe. It is categorized. It is... profitable." He stopped ten feet away, his eyes scanning the countdown on my arm. **158:45:12.**

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The screens flicker as equations spill across them. “I don’t want to call it a weapon,” I try to explain. “But I imagine a type of power that would somehow make us stronger.” I look up at the nearest screen, doing so much work and finding nothing, in all these years. It’s frustrating. “I don’t think it’s going to be a device, or anything like anyone has ever invented before. Instead, it’ll have some other life force powering it. I know that makes no sense.” She shakes her head. “No, it makes perfect sense. So, you’re going to have a sort of power source that’s unlike anything else. And the pack will be able to tap into that to enhance their own powers.”

Dante said with a sigh, getting to his feet. Gianna asked, “Before the streets turn into a gang warfare explosion?” “Before then,” Sal said for Dante, a serious expression on his face. “The police have no hope of controlling Infinite. They’re owned by Infinite at the moment and the money that Infinite makes from the drugs they run. But if any kind of open fighting breaks out between Infinite and Mariposa , or the dragons or any other gang, the power shift will make things even worse. Innocent people will get hurt.”

Meg walked with quick steps down the long hallways. She was carrying a few pieces of wood to fuel the fire in the mother superior's room. At that moment a wave of childhood memories flooded her mind. She had lived for a few years in an orphanage and had learned the lessons necessary to survive in that environment. She learned that being passive would make her a target for cruelty, but she also knew that constantly fighting would draw too much attention. To survive in such places, it was necessary to adopt an almost invisible stance, balancing between these extremes and having allies.