I couldn't help but recall the happiness I felt for Ilia as she received her well-deserved hero's welcome. However, with the smooth transition of power now complete, it was my turn to step into the spotlight, and the reception awaiting me was nothing short of grand.
I pushed aside thoughts of potential problems that might arise in the future due to my return and ascension to power. I can only hope that any news regarding these events hasn't leaked to the outside world. If it had, I trust those in charge to know what's best for them and keep their mouths shut.
Yet dwelling on these concerns seemed pointless at the moment. The transition of power happened surprisingly fast, with all factions rallying behind me without hesitation.
It was my effective use of semblance to deal with the carnivores that provided indisputable proof of my true identity as Adam Taurus, solidifying my position in the eyes of those who mattered.
Now, as I reflect on the multitude of seats representing the various factions on that day, it becomes apparent the big fucking problem that I have in my hands and how stupid it is as well. Ghira excelled at uniting them for a common cause, but the failure to centralize power became glaringly evident, with Sienna serving as living proof of the precarious link that barely held them together.
As much as I hate to do this or how stupid it sounds, I decided to divide them into two groups for simplicity's sake.
The conservative factions and the liberal factions.
I couldn't think of better terms to dump all the factions that form the coalition.
Sienna was in some sort of limbo centrism when she took power, which resulted in a dangerous lack of allies and an almost null support base. Her strange situation is still very confusing to me, considering I had expected her to have allies on the radical fringes. Instead, she garnered support only from very few moderate factions.
Politics, always a fucking mess.
I couldn't help but lean back, settling into my new office chair, feeling the entire weight of this whole thing on my shoulders.
However, after taking another look at my surroundings, I must admit, Sienna does have good taste in interior design. The office is modest yet elegant, featuring a large bookshelf filled with books spanning various genres and historical records. There's even a small bar stocked with wines, presumably a recent addition that adds another touch of elegance.
Certainly beats the idea of a giant throne room with fire walls and ornamental torches.
If that was actually a thing, I would have demolished the place immediately and spanked her till her skin turned red. A colossal waste of resources and space, both of which we couldn't afford.
Nevertheless, being the de-facto leader of Menagerie and the White Fang wasn't as grandiose as one might imagine of the position leading everyone to battle and being the first to charge to our enemy's frontline. Instead, I find myself confined between four walls and a desk, drowning in a sea of paperwork.
To lighten the load, I delegated some of that paperwork to Kali, who was quick to adjust to her new role.
Originally, I wanted to pass down the mantle of Menagerie Chieftain to her but after careful consideration and especially with the recent tensions; I decided to retain the position for a couple of months more, allowing things to stabilize before considering any significant changes, like another leadership change.
Returning to Sienna Khan, I wasn't bluffing when I offered her the role of my right hand, and she was also quick to readjust to her old position. That is why she became my go-to source for updates on events and problems that demanded immediate attention.
And that proved to once again delegate work and let her do her thing to deal with the problems. Thankfully, I don't have to worry about anything that she might try behind my back because the company stamp guarantees loyalty, or at least an interpretation of said loyalty.
However, this recent shift placed me firmly behind the desk in the past few days. The result? Compulsory intensive study sessions on city development and administration.
Because… Who would have fucking thought that running a poor city-state wasn't akin to playing a video game?
Where the resources are neatly displayed as nothing but numbers on the screen, and every worker seems to be a master craftsman, agriculture expert, shepherd, mason, hunter, woodcutter, and various other professions.
Shocking, I know.
Kuo Kuana, along with the entirety of Menagerie, is struggling under a meager budget that makes my contractor's monthly salary look significant. The financial strain couldn't be more evident, with most of our funds allocated to the military and defense efforts. The relentless Grimm threat leaves us with no choice but to prioritize our defenses, especially with the ongoing war against Mantle and Atlas.
Although, as cynical as it sounds, we no longer need to put any resources on the Atlas front because everyone and everything was lost in that cursed kingdom, so we can shift our full effort on Mantle.
Setting aside these grim realities, my first task, based on the limited information I learned from the encyclopedias, was to establish a robust foundation. This involved the construction of roads linking Kuo Kuana to the outside world, specifically the sparse villages on its outskirts and the outposts, either for military or economically purposes.
On a positive note, the population had already carved out dirt roads over the years, trodden by the constant influx of people taking the same routes for decades. However, these were far from adequate for our purposes. The lack of proper roads stemmed from the scarcity of vehicles, a deficiency that extended to our military as well.
Nevertheless, constructing proper roads emerged as a crucial infrastructure project for city development. It would be a unanimous decision, as everyone would recognize the benefits it would bring to our military forces.
However, bringing this ambitious project to life requires a combination of resources and manpower.
Fortunately, the latter is not in short supply. The city boasts an abundance of manpower, though largely unskilled. The hope lies in the potential improvement of skills as new projects come to pass, attracting skilled workers in the future. Because that's also a reason why faunus prefer to stay in cities where they are openly oppressed or worse; because they still have access to better life conditions and their families.
The more pressing issue is the scarcity of the first option; resources. This problem leads me in a search of viable options, and credit where it's due, Doctor Doppler's comprehensive research and collection of books, proved invaluable exactly for that reason.
Thus, the initial round of paperwork involved dispatching scouting teams across Menagerie. Their mission? To locate quarries rich in limestone, aided by experienced prospectors. As limestone is the main component to make cement. Concurrently, blacksmiths were enlisted as well, temporarily stopping weapon production so their special ovens are used for transforming limestone. It's not like we're in dire need of new weaponry, given the well-stocked armory back in my home.
As these thoughts occupy my mind, a series of knocks on the door disrupts them. I quickly fix my clothes and hair, lean on the desk, elbows resting on its surface, before granting permission to whoever is waiting outside.
"Enter."
A beautiful young woman enters my office with stacks of papers in hands. Her hands bear a darker tone of gray compared to her white skin, creating a unique contrast that complements her short gray hair and eyes. Although she is rather creative with the design of her black uniform, at least that's what I want to believe, because her upper area exposes her cleavage, unlike Ilia's uniform.
While our past interactions have been minimal, I easily recognize her as Trifa, a rare faunus species. She is an Arachne in simple terms.
Trifa makes her way to my desk, placing the documents before me. I take a moment to scan through them before shifting my attention to her. Without missing a beat, she adopts into a military stance, trying to look as professional as possible.
She is an assistant of sorts, but coldly speaking, she is a glorified errand girl that has been working mostly in bureaucratic odd jobs. That's how Sienna had her occupied most of the time, despite Trifa possessing impressive fighting and infiltration skills.
Not that I blame Sienna for keeping her in that bad role. Trifa belongs to the radical faction that was openly hostile towards Sienna, a fact she divulged to me. It's no wonder Sienna wouldn't trust her near sensitive information, and more than a good reason for relegating her to a position that minimizes potential risks.
And I wouldn't either. That's the reason she was stamped as well. It was just a way to be sure that she wouldn't be feeding information to other parties and the fact that she is what others called 'Named Character' also helped with the decision.
Something that helped me to understand her just a little more. Trifa was raised with radical beliefs and only those with overwhelming strength had the right to lead and the rest must obey the strongest. Something that is already problematic in my ranks, but manageable to a degree because I'm the strongest and will become even more powerful. However, this belief is so strongly carved in her that I'm sure that I could just tell her to undress and bend over my desk and she would do so with no questions asked and might feel honored, as stupid as it sounds.
Obviously, I won't waste my time with that.
There are far more important things to take care of than getting my dick wet, and since I really don't know Trifa besides a name, her status was set to a mere familiar and will stay locked with that. Although, her abilities will have her uses in future missions.
I have been deep in thought for a while, so I immerse myself in the documents Trifa just handed me, accompanied by a small map with markers that demand my attention.
The first report details the success of the first issued mission tasked with locating a quarry to extract limestone. However, the catch is that it's situated a considerable distance from the city, meaning it is in Grimm infested territory. The only way to make the quarry work is to send a detachment to safeguard both the mine and the routes leading to it.
I check the mini-map attached to the report with markers.
After a glance, I sigh in annoyance as I finally understand the location of our quarry. Because it is uncomfortably close to a behemoth's territory that likes munching rocks for some reason, the reports clarify that it comes in rolling like a wheel, takes a bite of a mountain and leaves.
It isn't a widely known fact, but Menagerie harbors a ridiculous amount of behemoths, a fact that would send most populations into mass hysteria. However, our population remains mostly unfazed and very aware of their existence, as they already set their travel routes to avoid their territories. It also helps that the behemoths are reclusive and have never attacked us, even during the era when Menagerie served as a penal colony under Atlas rule.
Better to not bother the behemoths unless I am one hundred percent sure that I can deal with them, either capturing or slaying them. The last thing we need is to have a rampaging behemoth which, so far, kept their distance.
I grasp my pen, swiftly signing the next document; a green light for the initiation of the mining outpost's setup and construction. Another stroke of the pen follows as I authorize the recruitment of miners, emphasizing the fucked up reality that most of our populace is better suited for such roles. I know how fucked it sounds, but it's practical to use that in our favour.
At the very least, we can guarantee that they won't be exploited or work in inhumane conditions and three meals a day.
The remaining paperwork, which is unrelated to the road project, gets shuffled to the side for later revision. With the ink still drying on the signed documents, I hand them back to my errand girl.
She gives me a bow, her departure marked by quick footsteps echoing in the office.
Only after she's gone do I allow myself a break. Stretching my arms, I lean back in my chair, letting my head rest as I gaze up at the ceiling.
I was really expecting something different about how things would go, but I won't be whining about it and need to focus back on the situation at hand.
Which is about RWBY in general, if it will go through the same timeline despite the blatant alteration of the world. But taking the position that it somehow went ahead with no changes then Beacon should start the year quite soon, meaning the plot would go forward.
But I cannot leave Menagerie to verify that hypothesis for obvious reasons and neither send someone to keep tabs on the events unfolding in Vale. Especially by the fact that they are faunus and will immediately be found out or achieve practically nothing, unless I ask Ilia to go, which I absolutely refuse to do so.
I don't want to put her in unnecessary danger if possible.
Although, how is Beacon Academy dealing with the drastic changes to the world?
And most importantly, Blake must be there, the fucking…
With both hands covering my face, I take a deep breath and exhale all that anger out.
I gain nothing for getting angry. My head needs to be clear.
Shifting my attention back, I open the company app and select the retinue tab. A sly smirk graces my lips as I observe the fruits of my recent captures, Trifa included. However, my attention focuses entirely on the carnivore I captured nearly a week ago.
Her capture accredited me six credits and was marked as a T5, which means that she had a 50% penalty instead of the 95% penalty.
Which is a good thing, technically speaking. Perhaps the same conditions apply to other unnamed hunters, opening up other avenues for making money.
And speaking of credits, I must check my balance.
A solid 40 credits sit in my account, ready to be spent on anything I want.
Rather than rushing to the store, I take a moment to consider my options.
Forty credits is a good amount. With that much at hand, I can easily buy the second tier for some of my defenses and obtain full immunity, or maybe purchase new defenses. Although purchasing more defenses would be unnecessary, as I don't plan on leaving the island any time soon. The current ones I have are enough, at least for the moment.
With that decision made, I close the retinue tab and shift my focus to the company store, navigating through the Talents section, mostly to check if I might have missed any important talent when I first created the build. Although, I highly doubt it because I already got the necessary ones.
Scrolling down, the Inexhaustible talent catches my eye. If I buy it I will no longer have to worry about my aura breaking, making me virtually invulnerable, and I haven't forgotten my coupon, so I just need to save up a little more and I will be able to achieve a pseudo immortality.
That is, if I don't get headshot by a ridiculous high caliber gun or if they don't drop bombs on me, which would make the talent next to useless in those cases.
Scrolling further down, a prominently highlighted product catches my attention; a new talent, boasting the big red letters.
'NEW TALENT'
Administrative Talent (10 credits)
You work the red tape. You have a prodigious talent for organization, logistics, and bureaucracy, using the available levers to smooth activities you favor and throw up obstacles for those you don't. This applies to any form of administration, whether commercial, industrial, political, religious, educational, military, or criminal, and synergizes with many other Basic Talents, including Martial, Communication, Performance, Blessed, and Covert.
This….
This is exactly what I need!
I know it isn't an insta-increase, just a multiplier, but that alone is more than enough to get a fast grip on the basics and increase the speed of my studies. And the faster I would be able to accomplish a solid foundation on Menagerie and leave the island.
Without thinking it twice, I buy the talent.
While I don't feel any immediate changes, the true effects may only begin to show when I delve into my books tomorrow. And the day isn't over, and there's more work to be done.
So with that out of the way, I think back on the idea of sending someone to keep an eye on the supposed protagonists.
A waifu would work great.
One that is good at scouting and investigation and one that can fit very well in this advanced world, along with hunter culture. In other words, capable of fighting big monsters, adaptability and acting according to the situation. And can fit easily into Beacon Academy.
A couple of names pop in my head, but I need to narrow my options even more.
I need to have access to a large database that I can piggyback on for my future projects, because even if I have talents on many fields that doesn't mean that I suddenly know how to build an electric plant or proper plumbing.
In a moment of realization, I snap my fingers as a particular name rises above the others. This waifu not only possesses the skills I'm looking for but also comes with a familiar that might grant me access to the necessary database. Additionally, 'she's' naturally curious and enthusiastic about learning new things.
Navigating to the companions tab, I'm greeted by a catalog sorted by the most popular waifus. Raven takes the number one spot, closely followed by Ruby Rose.
Odd.
I shake my head, dispelling any distraction, and select the filter bar to find my future beacon student.
In the world filter, I write a single word.
Nier
All the characters of that fucked up universe are presented from the most favorite waifu, with 2B claiming the top spot. However, she isn't my choice as my interest lies further down the roster.
Continuing my search, I eventually locate my target: 9S.
I hit the buy button, and the screen takes me to another different page telling me if I want to do any changes done before proceeding with the purchase, and also a disclaimer that any power change has additional costs to the base price.
Rubbing my chin, I contemplate about the necessary changes because I do remember that waifus can go against your wishes if you start going against their morality, like forcing a hero to kill people, said hero can beat you up and arrest you for your own good.
So the first change is turn change 9S to be a girl, because obviously I will.
I proceed to outline the specifications for 9S's modifications. First, I request the removal of the defender of humankind protocols to avert potential issues with future missions, as well as the elimination of loyalties to humans in general. This doesn't mean she'll become a soulless killing machine; rather, she won't be a fanatical human devotee. And for the final touch, I add detachable and attachable dog ears, so 9S can blend in with faunus and humans alike.
With the modifications detailed, I hit the send button. A new window appears, prompting me to confirm the purchase along with the bill. Surprisingly, the bill reflects a cost of only 9 credits instead of the expected 20. A small disclaimer highlights the rules and discounts, taking into account captures, talents, and perks purchased beforehand.
Honestly, that's a nice feature.
So, without anything else to add, I finally confirm the purchase.
'Thank you for buying with us! Would you like your waifu to be delivered to your location?'
[YES/ NOT YET]
I pick the 'Not Yet' option.
Because first I needed to go to the generic perks section and buy [Paper Trail] for 9S for a single credit.
Just a safety layer so she can integrate into Vale and Beacon without problems. The story given to her is that she is an orphan since comes from a destroyed village from Mistral. It's a very common story, villages either razed to the ground by the big Families or grimm. And she is going to Vale for a fresh start.
With this additional perk bought, I return to the retinue section and proceed to accept the delivery. Instantaneously, a red portal materializes in the middle of my office. Stepping through is a beautiful petite girl, her long white hair flowing as she dons a full black uniform with a pair of white dog ears atop her head. She's not alone, though; the small blocky robot known as Pod follows closely behind.
Spoiler: The new model 9S
The girl takes a few steps before stumbling forward. Frantically, she flails her arms in an attempt to avoid falling, only to be aided by Pod, who grabs her shoulder to help her. As she regains her balance, she gasps upon noticing me and promptly straightens her back, placing her left hand flat over her chest.
"Model 9S Reporting for Duty commander!"
"Relax and take a seat," I gesture towards the chair in front of my desk.
The scanner model complies, nodding as she settles into the chair. True to expectations, her gaze roams everywhere but on me, displaying clear curiosity about her new surroundings.
"WARNING! MODEL 9S IS IGNORING THE COMMANDER." the loud, monotonous voice of Pod interjects, startling her.
"S-sorry! I didn't mean to be rude." she stammers, straightening her back and looking flustered.
I raise a hand. "This isn't an emergency, so I can allow some leeway with the rules, Pod. And don't worry about it, 9S."
"UNDERSTOOD" Pod responds, and 9S frantically nods.
I lean back to my chair, rubbing my chin in thought about how to start to explain everything to her, even trying to come up with a story, but then it is pointless as the best thing is just to be direct with everything.
Taking a deep breath, I begin. "My name is Adam Taurus, your new commander for the foreseeable future."
"Got it."
"UNDERSTOOD" Pod echoes.
A short silence hangs in the air as I ponder if I should explain to her about Remnant, but I decide to go for a different approach instead.
"How are you feeling?" I ask.
My question catches her off guard, and she absentmindedly scratches her cheek with one finger. "Ummm, normal, I guess?" she squeaks, shaking both hands frantically in front of her. "I mean, not normal bad, boring normal! But normal good!"
I suppress the urge to laugh, allowing only a chuckle to escape.
Cute.
But… was 9S always like this?
She regains her composure, taking deep breaths, but her embarrassment persists as she continues to rub the back of her neck. And soon enough, a faint smile graces her face. "I don't really know how to say this; it's weird, but not the bad kind of weird, but the good kind. And... I feel excited?"
"WARNING: EMOTIONS ARE PROHIBITED." Pod interjects.
The warning causes a drastic change in her demeanor. She adopts a more serious expression, exuding professionalism.
Frowning at Pod's unnecessary interference, I opt to make my stance clear from the very beginning. "Discard that rule."
"UNDERSTOOD."
9s looks shocked "Wait, really?"
"Yes, it is cruel to deprive you of something natural," I explain, leaning back in my chair. "Besides, you will need all your emotions for your mission."
"Thank you, Commander. It's... it's strange, but I appreciate it." Her smile returns, now free from that dumb rule.
I give a nod and make a quick call to Sienna.
"Adam?"
"Come to my office."
I instruct before ending the call.
"Pod, connect to the comm channel."
"UNDERSTOOD."
A window promptly appears, asking permission to connect. I approve it, and a new contact is added to my contact list, which I dial immediately.
Waiting for a moment, Pod projects a hologram screen in front of 9S, displaying my face.
"Testing, 1 2 3. Copy?" I check.
"Loud and clear," she responds, her voice reaching me through the new communication channel.
I hung up the call after she confirmed it was working correctly. "Good, now we can continue. 9S, what's the last thing you remember?"
"Uh?" She seems surprised at first, then furrows her brow and holds her chin in thought. "The last thing I remember... I was setting up camp for 2B and..."
"2B!" she yells, jumping from her seat.
"Calm down." I raised a hand, gesturing for her to sit. "No need to panic."
"Sorry… I just."
"Don't be. Go on."
The android nods and settles back into her chair. "The camp was all set, and we even lit the bonfire, though it was unusual. YoRHa models usually don't bother with such things, but the newest model X insisted, and since he was the Deputy Commander, we couldn't refuse."
Ah, I can already see what happened.
The Deputy Commander, the mysterious new Model X, was a company contractor and must have stamped both 9s and 2b after the camp was set up. My thoughts couldn't help but think a little more and imagine that he must be enjoying daily threesome with the androids.
I shake my head and dismiss those useless thoughts.
"Alright then, brace yourself because this might be… hard." I announce.
9S gave me a slow nod of acceptance.
"This isn't Earth anymore. We're in Remnant now. No aliens, machines, YoRHa, or Army of Humanity. It's just humankind facing off against the infinite swarms of Grimm, and humanity itself is divided into different factions battling for supremacy."
And as expected, she freezes on the spot. "What?"
"UPDATE RECEIVED. YORHA NO LONGER EXISTS. PLEASE PROVIDE A NEW NAME."
"White Fang."
"NEW NAME RECEIVED, UPDATING DATABASE."
9S remains motionless in her chair, mouth agape, probably trying to process all the information I had dropped on her. Well, I hope that it doesn't affect her that much thanks to the defenses.
"I understand this might be a lot to take in but you can take your time and…" I try to reassure her, but our conversation is interrupted by a series of knocks on the door.
Sienna has finally arrived. We can postpone the talk for later and more time for 9S to think about it.
"Pod, hide." I order the tactical unit, who quickly does as told and hides in the minibar, with the bottles of wines.
"You may enter." I say out loud.
The door creaks open and Sienna walks in. She carries herself with the regality befitting a leader, but her composure falters as her gaze lands on our newest recruit.
"Is she the reason why you called me?" Sienna asks, her frown deepening with each passing moment.
"For what else?"
Sienna scrutinized 9S, narrowing her eyes. "I never saw this girl before; someone like her would have stood out." Leaning closer, she hisses at the android, "She looks a lot like a Schnee," her tone dripping with disdain.
"I am entitled to my secrets, Sienna." I reply as a matter of fact. Although, she does bring up an interesting point, making me take another look at 9S who still hasn't recovered from that revelation, and we tie her long hair into a ponytail. She does resemble Weiss Schnee.
However, that doesn't stop my ex-leader from speculating on her own theories. Her ears perk up as if a big revelation has struck her. "Adam…don't tell me she is a Schnee bastard."
She isn't." The mere suggestion churns my stomach, my cybernetic hand clenching into a fist and slamming against the desk. The sudden thud startles everyone in the room, and I release a sigh, letting go of the pent-up frustration. "It's all mere coincidence. Besides, she is a dog faunus, as you can see."
I tap the side of my head, drawing Sienna's attention to the pair of dog ears on 9S's head. The realization washes away the suspicions from Sienna's face, and a sense of relief softens her demeanor toward the android.
My brief outburst jolts 9S back to reality. She stands up from her chair, performing the same salute before clearing her throat. "9S reporting for duty Sir- I mean, Ma'am!"
"Nine… S?" Sienna raises an eyebrow in confusion.
"Don't dwell on it. She's from an isolated village in Mistral," I interject, redirecting Sienna's attention to me. "I just need you to awaken her aura."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. She is a very capable fighter but lacks aura to reach her full strenght." When my initial explanation doesn't seem to resonate with her, I add a persuasive touch. "If you're concerned about empowering a particular faction, don't be. She doesn't belong to any of those groups."
That seems to do the trick, as Sienna nods and approaches the petite girl. "Please, don't move."
Nines remains as still as a statue, allowing Sienna to touch her face and chest without any objections. Within seconds, the android begins glowing white all over her body, the radiant aura quickly dissipating in every direction.
"Done." Sienna announces, a faint smirk playing at the corner of her lips, a subtle hint of pride in her accomplishment of awakening someone's aura.
True to her nature, 9S starts examining herself, staring at her glowing hands, clearly intrigued by the manifestation of her soul. However, that means 9S has a soul to begin with, so she is truly alive by many convoluted ethical or theological standards. One might even argue that she stands above Penny in terms of life.
However, I am not here to ponder ethical dilemmas or delve into anthropological or theological debates.
"Thank you and please take this." I pick up a set of signed documents and extend my hand. Sienna walks up to my desk, receiving the papers and quickly scanning through them.
"All of them have been approved. I need you to give me details and allocation of funds and if there isn't enough, then specify the deficit it would incur. I will think of a solution." I add.
Sienna Khan glances at the papers again, then back to me. Ultimately, she nods and exits my office with quick steps and closing the door, leaving me alone with 9S.
"Commander..." 9S's voice draws my attention, and I turn to see her engrossed in playing with an energy ball between her hands before she glances back at me. "What is this?"
"PROPOSAL. PERFORM A FULL BODY SCAN." Pod leaves its hiding place and hovers by the android's side.
"Do it." 9S gives her consent, her focus fixed back on the ball made of her aura.
The tactical unit initiates a comprehensive scan of every part of her body, projecting a holographic screen displaying the real-time diagnosis. Thousands of lines are written, appearing as if a complex program is being executed.
The program runs for a few more seconds before it stops, and Pod terminates the hologram feed.
"ANALYSIS COMPLETE. A NEW POWER SOURCE HAS BEEN DETECTED INSIDE MODEL 9S."
"New power source?" She directs her question to her flying companion, but that momentary distraction allows the ball of energy to disperse into nothing. Causing her to pout.
I clear my throat to capture her attention again. "That is what we call aura, our manifestation of the soul and our main weapon against the unending tide of Grimm."
9S glances at her hands once more, and surprisingly enough, swirls form between her palms, reforming the same energy ball from moments ago. This time, she holds the ball in one hand while the other gathers strange white particles around her entire arm. After a couple of seconds, those particles solidify, taking the shape of a short sword.
I furrow my brows after witnessing her innocent display. What she just used is called Maso, if my memory serves me right. However, I'm uncertain if it's considered magic or simply advanced energy manipulation through technology unrelated to the magic of fantasies and myths.
"It feels… amazing," she comments, discarding her short sword. It dematerializes into particles before touching the floor, and she focuses all her attention on the aura ball between her hands.
She might stay there staring at the energy ball for hours if left uninterrupted.
I push my chair back, standing up and adjusting my belt before walking over to my newest member of my retinue and future spy. "Come with me. There's a lot to talk about."
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