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"Just a little more power, you can do it, Esmeray," I told myself. I concentrated my strength on my right palm, trying to gather the energy they call mystic into a clump of an orb. A shade of gray streaks is appearing from my widely open palm, albeit my hand is stiff, the black shadows start to look like a deformed ball the size of a ping pong. My chest is tight and my teeth are clenched under my tightly pursed lips as I try to control the shadows that defy the laws of physics. The clump of the ball the size of a ping pong increased in diameter uncontrollably that I had to release my mystic to dissolve the dark orb.

Mystics were divided into three levels: the earthly realm, the enlightened realm, and the transcendent realm. In her previous life, she was in the earthly realm, but after being reborn, she broke through and entered the enlightened realm. The opponent should have just entered the enlightened realm. Since returning, she had been steadily improving her strength, and with the protective divine artifacts that Moses had given her, she was stronger than him. Jenny sighed in relief. "That's good." Back at Harper Group, the amulet on Soloman's compass suddenly ignited and turned to ash. Soloman's expression changed slightly. "The opponent is strong. One person's blood isn't enough."

The language feels old, wrong, like it’s reaching through time itself. “I’m losing it.” She backs away from the broken mirror, glass crunching under her shoes. “I’m actually losing my mind.” What she doesn’t know: across the supernatural South, sensors are lighting up. Alarms are triggering. Because of her blast of power, that one impossible surge has painted a target on Mystic Valley that every predator can see. *** Ivy doesn’t see him appear. One second she is alone, the next, a figure stands in the doorway. Tall. Dark-haired. Those same unsettling eyes from earlier.