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At some point, while receiving Michael's blood and power, I passed out from the unreal internal searing his light generated within me. It felt different from Za'Fia's energy, which was more like being lit on fire straight from the core. Michael's, however, had a different aspect to it—something rawer that permeated everywhere. Even Viraa hadn't accounted for its potency.

Michael had to resort to healing me even during the process after I lost consciousness for the rest of the experience, which is probably why I can't recall what happened when Tymon shared his energy with me. Viraa didn't even want to discuss it with me.

When I came to several hours later, I found the room had been completely destroyed. The walls were bent outward with terrible tears that stretched across them. The lights were mostly busted, with a few flickering. To think something was powerful enough to destroy a room meant to withstand even Michael's power.

As my inner sense adjusted and I became self-aware, I realized I was that something.

I stood there in awe. The amount of power that radiated from me was...unbelievable. It was almost scary how much of it I possessed. I felt powerful...invincible.

Alas, you've evolved wonderfully.

"I know, right!? This is the most exhilarating thing I've ever felt," I grinned as I continued to flex my new power.

Yes, but do be considerate of the others...

I looked around, only then noticing how everyone had fallen to their knees from the sheer force of my energy being released.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry, you guys!" I concentrated hard to suppress as much of my energy as I could. Predictably, it was much more challenging than compared to the energy I once had.

At that moment, it felt like trying to force an ocean of water into a jar—something that would be impossible for most ordinary folks. But I managed until it was more like trying to keep a lid on a jar filled with running water. Some leaked out, but it wasn't unfeasible.

Once I did that, I felt the power seep from my body as it reverted to a significantly weaker state. It wasn't as weak as before, but it was nowhere near the power I had just felt.

Following the regression, I felt my body give out as Michael blurred over to catch me. My eyelids felt impossibly heavy as they slowly lowered over.

"Viraa...?"

"You are still human when not in your evolved form. Extreme fatigue is the price your body must bear until it grows accustomed," she stated as my vision turned black.

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After that, I couldn't remember if I had dreamt anything or had any visions. For the most part, it was just a pitch-black grip of a deep slumber until I eventually started hearing voices.

Please wake up, it's been three days...

Surely, I healed her. Was all of us giving power to her too much for even I to heal...? And that form she took...

No way in hell you're dying after we've all acknowledged you like that...

Hm...Whatever's going on, I know your life's not in danger at least...

She'll wake. When she does, I plan to be the first to test her strength...

If her heart stops, perhaps I'll jump-start it with an electrifying kiss. It's been a while since I last kissed a human...

"Everyone, please. Not so loud," I said groggily as I came to. I sat up and looked around. Apparently, they'd placed me in my bed. "Michael, I'm fine; considering the state each of us has gotten ourselves into recently, I'd say your healing abilities feel more like a cheat than anything else."

Michael looked at me, puzzled.

I looked at Arne and said, "I don't mind sparring with you, but at least let me learn how to control my powers first. I'm like a baby who just discovered how to walk. I'd hate to give you an underwhelming challenge."

I turned my attention to Za'Fia.

"And don't you worry; there's no way I'm letting myself die—not now. Thankfully, Tymon was here to let you all know that my life wasn't in danger."

Her eyes darted to Tymon, who seemed just as confused, but I'd already started again before they said anything.

"Damien, I don't think an electric kiss would have made my condition better, but I appreciate that you'd be willing to kiss a human if it meant saving my life," I gleamed warmly at him.

Damien tilted his head as a literal spark of interest flashed around his eyes.

"Intriguing..."

My eyes suddenly widened as I abruptly turned toward Naomi.

"Did you say three days!?"

Everyone stared at me blankly.

"What," I asked. "Is there something wrong with me?"

Following those words, a terrible thought ran through my head as I raced to the nearby touchpad on the wall and summoned a mirror. After quickly scrutinizing every detail of my face and hair, I sighed in relief.

"Thank God. I thought I had more grey hair."

"At the moment, your hair is just as it's been. However, we're more mystified by what seems to be your sudden ability to read our thoughts," Damien announced, moving toward me. His gaze kind of scared me. It was like seeing a mad scientist observing a test subject develop unexpectedly. "You continue to surprise, don't you?"

"Hm. Fascinating, this development is something I had not seen specifically. I did not think you would evolve to this degree," Viraa stated, astounded. "Telepathy is a common ability utilized by klevonians and pneumarians. It is achieved through an exchange of spirit energy. Since each Primordial has some of my energy within them, and Lisa is the vessel for it now, that covers her half of the exchange. I suppose now that each of you has shared your energy with her, the swap is complete: you all will be able to speak telepathically with her and receive any unblocked thoughts projected between her and each of you."

"But they can't hear each other..." I muttered to myself.

"In that case: everyone, share energy with each other," I said aloud. "That'll help when we need to talk from long distances."

"What do you mean?" Arne inquired as everyone began sharing tiny portions of their power.

"We're getting rid of our c-chips and holo-bracelets," I declared. "Now that we have a more secure way of communicating, we don't need something that could be used to track us."

"Hmm, I suppose that is a possibility," Michael pondered as he crushed his c-chip, and the others followed suit.