A Faulty Block
It wasn't possible. I put the block in the Vena Cava of Chakra No. 4. There should have been no energy-body link for her to be there.
I knelt beside her and arranged her body in Vitruvian fashion. She needed a scan. I lowered my hands over her until they hovered millimeters over her skin, repelled like magnets by her energy field. She was so weak. Her aura used to damn near fill the room. But other than the extreme frailty, she was stable. I wanted to delve deeper but it was nearly daytime. She needed to leave.
I brushed the hair from her face before getting to my feet. My fingers numbed as I solidified a needle of energy, and it may have been my imagination but her pupils dilated as if in recognition of what was coming.
"For your years of service, I have already shown you mercy. Go, live your life, be ordinary."
While I lined up my shot with her third-eye, I closed my two.
With a little thought and a little pressure, it punctured her aura like a bullet striking foil. When I opened my eyes she was gone.
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I'll be honest, I haven't a clue where you're going with this, so I hope my sequels are doing justice to your own writing. This is the beauty of writing sequels blind. Stories have a way to making their own paths around here.
- #4339 Posted 1 year ago
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I am having fun building off whatever you leave.
- #4340 Posted 1 year ago
Likewise, my friend. :)
- #4341 Posted 1 year ago
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