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"You have to learn to control your power. Before she comes back." I stared at her, my heart sinking into my stomach. "I barely know how to use it. I got lucky with the bars, with the guard. It was instinct, not control. I don't even know how to access it on command." "Then we need to teach you." Iris squeezed my hands. "The book is the key. It can show you how to unlock your power. But you have to be willing to learn. You have to be willing to trust it." I looked at Xavier's closed door. At Ziki, asleep in my lap. At the weight of everything I had to protect.

I had learned to rest without guilt. To love without surrender. To lead without apology. I had learned that power is not something you hold over others. It is something you stand in. As the city settled into sleep, I closed my eyes and breathed. There were no unfinished chapters waiting for me. Only days. And I was ready to live them.

Mentally I shift myself toward the darkness invading his body. As I mentally weave my powers through the mass, I can see it is almost gone. I can feel some of the effects of the mass temporarily myself until I finish my own cleanse. To know even a fraction of what this boy has suffered breaks my heart. Nobody will fully realize just how strong this young pup is. As I continue to flitter around working my magic, I knew there is a warmth that comes from the work. I can always feel the heat building in my hands as I continue to move forward ridding his body of the last of the disease.

"This is just a diversion, so we don't suspect him." "Vander, please give this book to Noura. Tell her to study it asap." Vander looked at the book Carlen had given him. His brow furrowed when he saw the book title in his hands, 'Vampire Power Book'. Why did Princess Noura learn this? Hasn't Noura mastered all vampire science?

I just make myself swallow, one spoonful at a time. Mechanical. Necessary. Afterward, I sit at the table with my hands wrapped around a mug that’s long since gone cold. The room is quiet. Too quiet, maybe. The kind of quiet that lets thoughts stretch out. I understand now. Power doesn’t care about consent. It doesn’t wait to be invited. It doesn’t respect boundaries. It moves toward anything that can stabilize it, legitimize it, carry it without cracking. And it will keep chasing me. Whether I want it or not.

As she had the power of 1 la Cofugar (1 lac witches) in her, so she was the most powerful to face the gods and after getting the book she became even more powerful as the book contained all the powers of the Supreme demon's who died against god's as it was made out of their ashes because of which their powers too got amalgamated in the book And after getting the book she became more powerful as now she didn't just have her power, but she also had the power of those innumerable number of Demons who died in Battle against the Gods and now she started attacking on God's one by one and thus taking over their Thrones which made God's surrender before her

I smiled to myself and returned to the reading, already rewriting the narrative in my head, already preparing for the next meeting, the next challenge, the next door someone would try to open without knocking. Power, I had discovered, wasn't loud. It didn’t announce itself or demand space. It simply existed, steady and undeniable. And as I sat there, pen in my hand, office quiet again, I knew one thing was certain. I wasn’t going anywhere. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever. This was my ground now. And always.

Chapter 76 The elixir was an ancient godly pellet. Do you have over four billion dollars to buy this? thank you so much. Responded by May. Now may activate your internal energy and begin to conjure. She sat crossed legs and closed her eyes. Now get ready to experience the power of the Supreme energy book for conjurers. I put the book into the hands of May and her energy level began to upgrade. BANG BANG BANG BANG. emperor power level 5 activated.

The Gem of Life book was stressing the shit out of me. I thought I understood power. For a while, I really did. I thought my thing was control. Control creatures. Control magic. Control outcomes. I thought if I learned enough, practiced enough, pushed enough, I could handle it all. Turns out, that was the most dangerous assumption of all. The book made it clear. Painfully clear. I was not just a controller. I was a conduit. A bridge. A problem. Power did not sit inside me waiting to be activated. It moved through me, took from me, fed on me, and touched everything around me. Life force. Memory. Emotion. Balance. It was bigger than my ego and smaller than my understanding at the same time.

“But… all this power, all this blood… it feels like it’s part of me, whether I want it or not.” “It is,” I said, “but power does not compel you to follow a predetermined course. Power exists to amplify your choices, not to override them. You can take this gift and live your life as you see fit, without fear, without obligation, without guilt.” Lexi’s eyes shone as she lifted her hands, feeling the currents of energy that had once seemed so imposing now become tools, extensions of herself. “I… I can do this,” she whispered. “I can… choose what to do, who to be.”