Mira’s heart pounded in her chest as she and Lior stood at the edge of the dense forest, surrounded by a pack of wolves. The creatures were relentless, their yellow eyes glowing with hunger and malice. Lior, holding his sword firmly in his hands, scanned the area, looking for an opening. The wolves circled, their movements synchronized, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Mira glanced at him, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on them both. Lior was experienced, a warrior trained in the art of survival, but even he could only do so much against this many foes. The wolves were quick, and they had the advantage of numbers. Every time Lior swung his sword, they seemed to dodge, moving as if they knew his every move before he made it. His breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles straining from the effort.

“Stay behind me, Mira!” Lior shouted, his voice strained with effort. He tossed her a dagger, the hilt landing in her hands with a soft thud. “If anything gets too close, use this. Don’t try to fight them off—just defend yourself.”

Mira stared at the dagger in her hand, feeling the cold steel against her palm. She didn’t want to be a liability, but she also knew that she wasn’t ready to fight like Lior. Her skills were still unknown to him, and revealing them in this situation could only lead to suspicion. She had to help, but in a way that wouldn’t give her away.

Lior was already back in action. He swung his sword in a wide arc, cutting down a wolf that had attempted to leap at him. But before he could regain his stance, another wolf lunged from the side, teeth bared. Lior stumbled back, narrowly avoiding the attack, his eyes narrowing in frustration.

Mira could see the strain in his movements. He was fast, but he couldn’t keep up forever. The pack was relentless, each wolf acting in perfect unison, as though they had trained for this moment.

Mira clenched her fists, her mind racing. She couldn’t just stand here and watch him struggle. She couldn’t reveal her skills—not yet, anyway. There had to be another way.

Her eyes flicked to the wolves. They were circling again, waiting for the right moment to strike. Lior’s sword was raised, ready to defend, but he was visibly exhausted, his breath coming in short bursts. One wolf, bolder than the rest, darted toward him, aiming for his exposed flank.

Without thinking, Mira reached out with her mind.

Her telekinesis was subtle—no flashy spells, no explosive magic. She’d learned to control it in secret, using it for small tasks and movements. Now, she focused all her energy on the wolf, willing its body to move, to stumble. She pushed against its balance, subtly altering its trajectory. The wolf veered to the side, just enough to miss Lior's sword, and in that moment, the warrior swung with precision, striking the creature down.

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Lior didn’t seem to notice the shift, his focus entirely on the battle. He shouted something as he turned to face another wolf, but Mira barely heard him over the pounding of her own heartbeat.

Her breath came quicker as she kept her concentration steady. She didn’t dare look at Lior to see if he had noticed anything. She couldn’t risk it. Instead, she focused on the next wolf, manipulating its movements just enough to throw it off balance. It stumbled, and Lior took his chance, landing another blow.

The wolves were starting to falter. Mira’s control over their movements was subtle but effective. They didn’t understand what was happening. They didn’t realize that their movements were being interfered with from an invisible force.

Lior was still shouting his skill names, his voice echoing in the forest as he called out each move. "Savage Strike!" he roared, swinging his sword with a brutal force that sent another wolf tumbling back. Mira couldn’t help but wince at how loud and obvious his attacks were. It was as if he wanted the wolves to know exactly what he was going to do. It seemed... idiotic to her, the idea of announcing your move before executing it. But she didn’t say anything. He was doing his best, and she couldn’t afford to distract him.

The pack was retreating now, one by one. The tide was turning. Mira’s heart thudded in her chest, her pulse quickening as she continued to subtly manipulate the wolves. With every swing of Lior’s sword, with every misstep the wolves made, she felt a sense of triumph. It wasn’t about brute force—it was about using what she had, even if it meant keeping her powers hidden.

One of the wolves, the largest of the pack, let out a low growl, its eyes flicking toward Lior. It charged with a speed that caught Mira off guard, aiming directly for his throat. Mira’s heart skipped a beat. She had to stop it.

Her hand shook as she reached out again, focusing all her mental energy on the wolf. She twisted its movement, yanking it to the side just as Lior swung his sword in a wide arc. The blade connected, but it wasn’t enough. The wolf managed to scramble back, blood dripping from its side, but it didn’t stop. Mira could feel its fury, its desperation.

“Lior, move!” Mira shouted, though she knew he couldn’t hear her. She didn’t wait to see if he would respond. Instead, she attacked at the wolf with the dragger with all her strength on the wolf. She pushed harder, her mind straining as she forced its movements to slow.

Lior, his sword raised, turned just in time to face the wolf head-on. He bellowed his skill name, "Beast Slayer!" and swung the sword down with a vicious strike, cleaving the wolf in two.

The battle was over. As the system send the message of the kill

Your group has defeated forest Wolf – Level 10.

Mira stood there, breathing heavily, her eyes fixed on the remaining wolves as they scattered into the trees. She had done it. She had helped. But she didn’t feel triumphant. Instead, a sense of unease settled over her. She had manipulated the wolves from afar without revealing anything about her abilities, but she knew that she couldn’t keep doing this forever. She had to be careful.

She also recieved level up message.

Seeker of forbidden knowledge has reached Level 2(+3).

+30 Attribute Points.

Appraisal has reached Level 3 (+2). Telekinesis has reached Level 9 (+5)

My skill telekinesis has recieved the most level as this was used most.

Lior turned to her, his breath ragged, sweat dripping down his face. “You did good,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I didn’t expect you to handle a dagger like that.”

Mira nodded, keeping her face neutral. “Thanks.”

Lior smiled, though it was more out of relief than anything else. “You’re tougher than you look.”

Mira didn’t answer. She could feel the weight of her secret pressing down on her, but for now, she would keep it hidden. She would play the part of the helpless girl, even if it meant hiding the one thing that could change everything.

But as she looked at Lior, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her powers would one day come to

light—and when that day came, she would have to make a choice.