Oh, you wanna hear about my powers? Alright, but keep up—I'm not slowing down for anyone.
Every Blighted has this thing called Omen. Think of it like our life force, the fuel that powers our Curse. We use Omen to unleash our Curse, but that’s not all—it also lets us boost our physical abilities. We can push our bodies way beyond normal limits. The more Omen you channel, the stronger you get. Simple, right?
Now, my Curse? Heh, it's not something just anyone can handle. I have complete control over my molecular structure. Yeah, you heard that right—shapeshifting, morphing, whatever you wanna call it, I can do it. I’m not bound by the usual rules of physics, either.
And if that wasn’t enough, I was born with a pair of All-Seeing Eyes. These let me instantly analyze and memorize the molecular structure of anything I lay my eyes on. One look, and I know everything about it.
In short, my Curse is basically on god-tier. Don’t be too jealous, alright?
On the battlefield, strange siphon-like protrusions emerged from Krista's arms and legs, tearing through her white shirt. They resembled the anatomy of a flying squid.
Flying squids propel themselves through the air by rapidly expelling water from their siphons, acting like jet engines, Krista thought. With this mechanism, they can reach speeds of about 25 miles per hour. But air is less dense than water. To compensate, I'll expel air mixed with high-output Omen through these siphons. That should more than make up for the difference!
The Lieutenant’s gaze narrowed as he eyed the siphon tubes, a flicker of unease disrupting the hard lines of his stern face. Something wasn’t right—he could feel it in the air. His instincts screamed danger. Without hesitation, he snapped his sword into position with a sharp, fluid motion.
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"Gathering Clouds: Cloak," he commanded.
An ethereal green aura enveloped him, molding into the shape of a ferocious deity. The energy swirled around him, making him appear larger, more intimidating. His eyes glowed with an unearthly light, and the very air seemed to vibrate with his power. He stood enveloped in a crackling green aura, the energy swirling around him like a living storm. Arcs of green energy flickered from his body, illuminating the surroundings in bursts of eerie light.
"In a tornado, wind speeds can reach up to 300 miles per hour," the Lieutenant said. "With Cloak, I can move at that speed." He assumed a low stance, one foot sliding forward, his blade gleaming coldly as he held it horizontally at his side, ready to strike. His eyes glinted with deadly focus. "Speed multiplied by mass equals power. Don’t be upset if you’re cut in half before you even realize it."
Krista met his gaze, her expression unflinching, eyes steady as steel. There was no fear in her, no hesitation—only calm resolve. "We’ll see about that," she replied, her voice smooth, almost serene in its defiance.
Without warning, Krista activated her jets. With an explosive burst, she blasted off the ground. The force of her launch cracked the pavement beneath her, sending fissures rippling through the street.
The Lieutenant barely had time to react. One moment, she was in front of him—the next, he felt a gust of wind brush past him, fierce and disorienting. His eyes widened in shock as the wall of the warehouse behind him suddenly exploded outward, chunks of brick and steel flying like shrapnel. He spun around, stunned, his breath catching in his throat. What just—?
His gaze locked onto the gaping hole in the wall. From the billowing clouds of dust and smoke that crawled out like creeping shadows, Krista emerged, her silhouette cutting through the haze. She was rubbing the back of her head, wincing slightly as if nursing an ache.
“I might have gone too fast” she muttered, almost to herself, her tone casual, almost annoyed. Her hand dropped from her head as she straightened up, fixing her gaze on the Lieutenant once more. A sharp grin tugged at the corner of her lips. "Next time, I won’t miss."