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Leo asked, his eyes wide with terror as a Delete arm hovered inches above his head. ​"Don't be a hero. Don't be a sovereign. Don't even be an heir," Nora said, her form beginning to glow with a blinding, incandescent white. "Be a Reader. Look at this world and tell it that it’s Unbelievable." ​Leo looked up at the glowing pillars, the circuit-board sky, and the faceless "Warfare" logic. He took a deep breath, and for the first time in 149 chapters, he didn't use the "Silver Power." He used Judgment.

The power to save or destroy all of reality lay within me. As the realization hit, something inside me seemed to snap. Power surged through my veins, raw and uncontrollable. The air around me crackled with energy, and I could feel the very fabric of reality bending to my will. Books flew off the shelves, swirling around me in a chaotic whirlwind. The ground beneath my feet trembled, and cracks began to spider-web across the walls. I clenched my fists, trying desperately to rein in the maelstrom, but it was like trying to hold back a tidal wave with my bare hands.

“Turns out, I was cracking the whole time.” Eva looked down at their joined hands, whispering, “You were gone, even when you were here.” He closed his eyes, a heavy silence hanging between them. Then he said softly, “The Nexus showed me something. It showed me that power isn’t about control. It’s not about wealth or influence. It’s about connection. About the people who give you a reason to fight.” Eva’s gaze softened, but her lips still trembled. “And you think saying that now makes it better?”

MEANWHILE LAWRENCE'S HOSPITAL His dark pair of cold eyes were wet and red as his both hands were holding the wrinkled hand of his half dead birth giver tightly, expecting her to open her beautiful pearly eyes and look at him again. But there she was lying half dead... unconsciously. Jordan Lawrence was the man of strict and powerful rule, he was known to achieve anything he chooses to achieve with his power. But right here he was helpless. He was freaking helpless for only one thing, he cannot help his mother but to watch her lying on the bed with the support of all those machines attached to her body...

I want you to always remember that you don't have a chance to leave me! "You're holding me, but only to hurt and wound me. Do you know how cruel you are?" If we could understand each other better, there wouldn't be that pain and hurt. Tera, I'm not a holy man. I'm a sinner who hasn't repented. I ask that you teach me repentance. Teach me to be a good child of God. Please help me, Te." "You will never change if it's because of external pressure. You need strong motivation from within. You have to conquer your uncontrollable desires."

CHAPTER 1 Power, it was a term that is rather popular, everyone can relate to the need for power and at the same time everyone wanted it for him or herself, I was no different, and for me power had a means, right from the age of 12. You see I was a scrawny child from a really small town in New Jersey, growing up was especially hard since I had no parents, forgotten in an orphanage, aside that I wasn’t a cute kid that people came and awwned over and then decide they should adopt, I was ugly, there was no other adjective to use, I had a crocked nose, and even my teeth was scattered and it showed whenever I smiled, every time we were to line up for a prospective family, we were asked to smile a

My stomach doubled when I broke the connection. “How did I do that?” I genuinely needed to know. “You stopped thinking and allowed your body to work with your power rather than holding back. Your power works with your emotions.” He said, looking at me as though I was on his dinner menu. “According to what your father said when you guys were on your way to Vernon it seems that you can sense the enemy from a distance.” “Well ok then.” I inhaled deeply trying to gather my self control which was slowly melting away. “That’s it for today, I am in dire need of a shower. Good day Mr. Xalvador”

I dropped onto the bench, placing my hands on my thighs and rubbing them violently. The weight of everything pressed down on me now I had finally sat down. For the first time in years, I felt truly trapped. Seravyn. The thought of her alive and safe in Zoriven’s arms had made something ugly twist in my gut. And now, the universe is demanding I finish what I started or lose the very power I had gained by rejecting her. I couldn’t do it. But I couldn’t lose everything either. I sat there for a long time, staring at the plants, wishing I could be one for a day.

Things that were true and real and sitting just beneath the surface of the professional distance I maintained between us. I didn't say them. Not yet. "You read the negotiation book," I said instead. He looked at me. "First thing I pulled off your shelf," he said. "Why that one," I said. He considered it for a moment. "Because the title told me it was about power," he said. "And I needed to understand the kind of power that operates in a room like yours." He paused. "Not force. Not volume. The other kind." I held his gaze.

I even found the karma sutra amongst what I can only classify as the ‘self help’ section, opening it and then quickly closing it in case Enzo or his mother entered the room. A large book at the end of the shelf entitled “The Power and Responsibility of Men” caught my eye. It seemed to be more weathered than the rest of the books, but I didn't get why. “Who would be drawn to a book like that?” I asked myself, pulling it from the shelf.