Novel & Cerita Mertuaku Yang Perkasa

LAIKA "Take charge of your destiny," I muttered, looking around me. Erika was walking ahead of us and was not paying attention to what was happening. I shut my eyes and tried to convince myself that I was strong and could wield my powers. Erika was still enchanting, and I still felt weak, but I had to believe Molart and trust myself. I tried wielding my energy again, and it was all neutral. "I am stronger than I give myself credit for," I muttered.

her words made me realize how weak she thought of me, I was weak and vulnerable but not anymore, I was strong enough to retaliate back this time, “Watch your mouth, miss cakey face, I believe the power of my love and I know you’re trying to dodge me, it won’t happen to me this time, I will fight back with him, I won’t let us loose at any cost,”

Protectiveness and frustration whirled around me in a dangerous dance, making the air thick and heavy. "How dare you,” I shot back, my voice slicing through the air with sharpness and unwavering determination. "They have fought and endured hardships that would shatter most. They are not just a pack to me; they are my family, bound by loyalty and unyielding unity. I refuse to stand idle while you undermine their indomitable strength. I offer you a glimmer of hope, a chance for redemption, and yet you have the nerve to label my pack as weak!"

It was the mark of the Soul. Standing right beside him, acting as an impenetrable human shield, was Marcus. Marcus’s broad shoulders were squared against the wind, his stance rooted to the concrete like an ancient oak tree. His own aura was dense, a heavy, kinetic pressure that screamed of raw Uwezo—unyielding physical power.

”We are made by them so we can be the invincible army of Waku-Waku. “Why should they? Our members are just enough, right?” “Don’t you know? They are just pathetic weaklings that even can’t be a match for Herman, the weakest one of their party. “ “Then? What’s the difference with you?” “Did you forget what happened in your first class? We were asked to quantify your power, right?” “Then?” “By quantifying it, we can set a power so we can be stronger than our opponents.” “So, in other words, you can manipulate your own power to be stronger than your opponents in terms of the damage they give to you, right?”

“No! This is mine! Everything is mine!” I ignored him. There was no time for his games. Only the pack mattered now. Only their lives. My power surged uncontrollably, and I felt a sharp, burning pain in my chest as I poured myself into holding the fortress, anchoring its collapsing structure with my energy. Sweat stung my eyes, lungs burned, but the warrior’s presence remained steady, guiding me, ensuring I wouldn’t falter.

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