I was highly impressed.
Riven was young when he learned to morph his surroundings using his chaos. Unlike illusions that can become reality with enough power and some interference from other gods, his ability doesn’t allow that.
Whatever false appearances he makes disappear the moment he commands it or withdraws his power.
When he uses his ability in that way, it does the opposite of what other gods’ use of power does. It not only morphs his surroundings, but it also shrouds his power from people.
Perfect example of the unpredictability chaos can cause.
We, as in Kyzen, Creed, and I, can usually sense him rather than see him. To my utter disappointment, even that has become more challenging with this recent release of power.
Yemi’s secret ability must provide her with the capability to see through something that isn’t real or a greater awareness of others’ power. Either option is phenomenal.
It’s something that needs to be kept a secret.
Except from me. I need to know.
“Do you have a moment to look over this, Amick?” Lambrit asks, finally bringing the rolled parchment he has clutched in his hand over to my desk.
I’ve been curious about it since he met us at the house to walk here, but with everyone’s mundane chitchat and laughter, he hasn’t brought it up until now.
“Of course.”
As I move everything out of his way on my desk, Thayla scoots in close to me and I inhale discreetly.
Lately, anytime she gets this close, my entire body becomes completely aware of her. Pins and needles shoot through my blood and my fingers twitch with the desire to pull her into me.
It’s a strange sensation that I’m growing used to. Fond of.
The mental turmoil I experience when someone attempts to or actually does touch me has always caused repulsion. I don’t know anything about them. Especially their hygiene routines.
Did they wash their hands after using the restroom? Did they lick their fingers after they finished eating? Are their intentions to harm or comfort me?
Those few mental questions have a violent shiver attempting to pass through me.
Now, if I replacetheywith Thayla, none of it matters for some odd reason. More than likely, it has to do with the fact I live with her and know she’s hygienic, so that eliminates that concern.
As for her intentions toward me…
I know she’d never hurt me.
“Oh, wow. Is this a map of the entire Valorian Veil?” Her elated tone has my gaze moving from her to the parchment Lambrit rolled out.
“It is. I’ve marked the areas where godly activity has been heavily rumored or reported.”
“I don’t understand. Godsden is so isolated from the other regions. How is it possible to even collect this information?”
“Spyvies. Meddling creatures. As well as gods that’ve been tasked with keeping an eye on the regions,” I tell her as I trace the most heavily reported areas.
Her head jerks up. “There are gods here whose roles are to check on the regions?”
“There are. It was a role that was assigned years ago when the possibility of rebellion was a true fear.”
“You mean when the Beginning Gods took all the power from the people?”
“Thay—”
“Exactly then,” I agree, cutting Lambrit off, and gasps ring out from him, Yemi, and Rose as though it truly shocks them to hear that news.
