Witcher I Can Extract Everything Novels & Stories

The heat from the collapsing wing pulsed behind them like the breath of a beast. Savannah pushed herself up, coughing into her mask. “Jackson ” He was already on his feet, his breathing sharp but steady, despite the burn on his arm. “I’m okay,” he said again, though the tremor in his hand betrayed him. “We keep moving. The fire will spread fast.” Cole checked his portable scanner. “We need Level C. That’s where Harrison routed the data extraction. If we stop the purge at the source, everything stays intact. Every file. Every transaction. Every forged document.”

She made it sound as though I had magic in my hands. Like I possessed some supernatural healing power beyond being a werewolf. But she was my wolf. If anyone was going to believe in me when I was struggling to believe in myself, it would be her. And Goddess... I needed that. “Aww. Thanks, Kira. I appreciate your kindness.” “You're welcome. Now stop freaking out and save her.” There was my girl. I went back to work. While I waited for Dorothy and Estella—and prayed Gwen's warriors were tearing that damn forest apart—I began preparing an extract from Balsamina.

Two wolves crouch behind metal crates, eyes flickering silver, bodies shaking as the pathogen fights for control. I step forward slowly. “It is okay,” I say, keeping my voice calm. “I can help you.” They do not trust easily. None of them do. But when I kneel and place my hands on the ground, when I let the silver veins glow just enough to be seen, something inside them recognizes me. I touch the first wolf. The extraction is fast now. Clean. The pathogen pulls toward me like iron to a magnet, writhing and resisting, but it cannot win. I break it down inside my body, neutralizing it into nothing more than harmless matter. The wolf collapses, breathing hard, eyes clearing.