Do your actions really matter?

Chapter 65

Sunday, May 11, 2014

5:54 am

(Michael's POV)

I rubbed my eyes intensely as I walked through the camp. I stopped rubbing my eyes when I arrived at the pavilion. My eyes flickered around the place, there only four people already eating. I felt my lips split apart into a smile as I saw Ivan sitting down at a table. He tapped his left foot rapidly against the ground. His hands jittered around the place, I notice how much of a mess his hair was as lifted a coffee mug to his lips. He quickly gulped down the contents of the mug. He slammed the mug onto the table and ruffled his hair. I notice several dozen coffee mugs scattered around the table. I hesitate for just a bit before walking talking towards him. He stared up at me with his pupils larger than normal, he had a crazy smile on his face. His pupils went back to normal, his hands stopped shaking and his foot halted. He took a deep breath as he got up and grabbed the coffee mugs only for them to disappear into nothing. His crazy smile came back along with his jittery hands.

"Are you okay?" I ask while making sure I was few feet away from him. That smile creeps me out, I don't think I've seen him that happy before. He always looks so serious, him smiling is definitely not supposed to be natural.

"Yeah, yeah!" Ivan yelled as he shook his head up and down. His body shivered as his smile faded and his hands stood still. He rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"What did you drink?"

"I was drinking coffee." He said with a calm tone. "I meant to only have one cup but I just couldn't." Ivan smiled as he clutched his chest. "I just like the way my it made my body all jittery, the way it made my heartbeat. I just love everything about coffee."

"How many cups did you drink?" I said with concern.

"Maybe fifteen? I've been here for a while."

"Were you up all night?"

"Maybe." He said uncertainly as he checked his watch. He looked back up at me. "I kind of have to go somewhere."

"Where are you going?" I say curiously. Ivan looked nervous. He turned pointed out into the sky. I step behind him and crouch. It was only until I crouched down to his height that I realized that he was pointing to the wall that surrounded the camp.

"I'm going to explore the outside of the camp."

"What's out there?"

"I don't know, could be a desert, a mountain, a forest."

"I thought you already explored outside of camp?"

"No," he said as he shook his head. "I can teleport to places I've been before, but I've never been outside of camp."

"Oh, why are you exploring outside of the camp anyway?"

"I'm just checking what's out there." My heart thumped loudly at the thought of exploring. I couldn't help but smile.

"You mind if I come? I've got nothing better to do." Ivan's eyes flickered to the wall and then to me. He had a nervous look.

"You sure? I'm going right now."

"Yeah, let me just get something to eat first." Ivan let out a frustrated sigh.

"I'll give you something to eat on the way."

6:14 am

I look up at the giant wall. I look over at Ivan. He looked as dumbfounded as me. He walked up to the wall and stretched out his palm. He touched the wall and backed up. He tilted his head as he kept walking backward.

"I think I have just enough magic to get myself up there," Ivan said with confidence.

"How Am'I supposed to get up there?"

"I could lift you up with the wind, or you could try to climb the wall." Sweat formed on my palms as I stared up at the stone wall. The thought of climbing such a gigantic wall terrified me. What would happen if I fell down? How long would the fall even be? Would Ivan be able to catch me? I trust him a lot, but not enough to trust him with my life. I felt adrenaline rush through my body, my body felt restless, more light the more I looked up at the wall.

"I think I'll climb it." Ivan's widened.

"You're an- what if you fall?" I shrug as I shakily reach out towards the wall. I take a deep breath as I try to find a place to place my hand. I heard Ivan sigh, in the corner of my eye I saw him float up into the air. He stared down at me with an annoyed look. I grab a random piece of rock above my head and pull myself up. Ivan looked nervous as he watched me slowly climb up the wall. My eyes instantly flickered to a spot where there was enough space for my hand to rest on. My body instinctively moved on its own. It didn't take much thought to climb up the wall.

A refreshing feeling came over my body the higher I went up. I took deep breaths. The wind felt refreshing as it rushed past my skin. It was a cold, refreshing feeling, it was like nothing I ever felt. I had an urge to look down and laugh at the ground. I take a glimpse down, I smile as I saw that I was at least a building high. Ivan was floating by my side. He stared at me intensely. I kept sneaking glimpses at him. If he's going to look at me I might as well talk. I take a deep breath and pull myself up.

"So how's your mom?" I asked Ivan. Ivan stayed quiet. I took deep breaths and climbed up a few feet while I waited for his response. I took a quick look at Ivan, he had a sad look in his eyes. His lip quivered, his face formed a blank look. His eyes were devoid of emotion.

"She's fine Michael." He said in an annoyed tone with a hint of anger. I quickly focus my attention on climbing. His breathing was heavy, I could feel the anger coming off him. He calmed himself down in an instant. What made him so mad? I grunted as I pulled myself up.

I look up at the wall, I frown as I saw that I wasn't anywhere near the first half of the wall. I felt sweat drip down my face as I put all my strength into my fingers. I grunt as I pull myself up and reached for another piece of rock to climb up to, I took shallow rapid breaths the more I climbed up. Ivan looked more nervous as I slowly climbed up.

"You want me to help?" I took a deep breath before responding.

"Not right now." I quickly said as the air left my lungs. I grabbed a rock and lifted myself up. I stopped for a moment to catch my breath. My arms felt heavy as I slowly breathed in and out. My fingers trembled from holding up my weight. I grunt as sweat got into my eyes. The wind screamed into my ears as it rushed around my body. My body felt light, it felt like I wasn't holding up my body anymore. I quickly look towards Ivan.

"Take your time, I don't know why you want to climb when I could just lift you." He said with an annoyed tone. I frowned and guiltily looked at him.

"Sorry," I said while a tight feeling formed in my chest. Maybe I should've just let him lift me up. He didn't say anything, he ascended up the cliff and lifted me up simultaneously. It felt awkward with us being silent. "You still go to school right?" He looked towards me and then looked up at the wall.

"Yeah, why?"

"When you're here at camp, do you ever wish you could be back at school?"

"Kind of depends what I'm doing."

"I never thought I would miss school," I say with a happy tone. Memories flooded of me and friends goofing off in class, the way we would play tag at recess. I smile as I remember how often we would mix our food into weird, undigestible abominations. It was fun playing around with people, but class wasn't that fun. I don't think me or my friends paid attention during class. "Actually, I think I just miss my friends. I don't miss class, it was boring, they gave us too much work. But I would like to see my friends again one day. I have friends here at camp, but sometimes I can't even find them, there's not much to do here either." Ivan stayed silent, he looked like he was having trouble

"Oh, uh. I think I prefer school more, but I don't really talk to people there. I mean- Michael, can I tell you something?" Ivan said with a squeaky voice. looked unsure, I can tell that he was nervous, but I don't really know what he was nervous about.

"Sure?" Ivan fumbled with his fingers, he moved his feet around in circles.

"I do- I," He shook his head as his feet stopped moving. "Never mind."

"What were you going to say?" Ivan's eyes looked to the side, it felt like he was avoiding me.

"I don't really talk to people," he took a long, loud breath of air. "I don't really have friends either." Ivan forced himself to say. "No, I don't have friends. I can talk to people just fine, but not really enough to talk to them. I just don't what to say to keep a conversation going. And I don't have any hobbies that people find interesting either, I like reading, but not many people like reading. I know people don't like reading. I know people like other things, I never liked anything other people did though. I just kind of... read to pass the time. I don't think I like reading myself but, I don't know what else to do. " I listened intensely to him. I gulped as he continued to talk. "My brothers, they like to read. But not the books I read, only books about science, math. I thought I was smart, but it feels like they're geniuses." He opened his mouth to say more. But he quickly shut it closed. He turned his head to the side. I kept staring at him. "Sorry if I said too much," Ivan muttered under his breath. I kept quiet, I focused on the wall while I tried to think of something to say.

"We're friends... aren't we?" I say slowly.

"I dunno," I hear him whisper under his breath. I noticed how his eyes always seemed to avoid my direction. Ivan stayed quiet, I don't know if he was deciding to ignore me or if he didn't know what to say.

"We're friends right?" I repeat myself with more confidence.

"I don't know, probably." He said devoid of confidence. "I'm going to go look at the top." He said before rushing up towards the air. I still felt the air hug my body as I rose to the top. The sound whooshing in my ears suddenly became a light whistle. I instinctively look towards the ground. My eyes widen as the ground happily rushed up to greet me. I store all my magic into my right arm and looked towards the wall. Without hesitation, I formed a fist and punched the wall with all my strength. My fist screamed in pain as I felt the pieces of skin tear off from my knuckles. The rock crumbled around my fist as I quickly raise up my other hand and grab the wall. My arm shook as I took it out of the wall. My hand felt numb, I forced my hand to grab onto the wall. I wince as a sore burning sensation wrapped around my hand the moment my fist closed around the rock. Adrenaline rushed through my body as I looked at my injured arm. My arm was covered with pink and purple spots, a huge bump formed just above my elbow.

I forced my body to hand onto the wall and lookup. I whimpered as Ivan was nowhere to be seen. My eyes flickered around in an attempt to look for him. Where did he go? I grunt as my arms got weaker and weaker by the second. I look down, my body froze when I realized just how high I was. I look back up. I think I'm closer to the top than I'am to the bottom. A rope suddenly crawled down and towards me. I couldn't see where the rope came from, it looked like it came out of the sky. I squint my eyes and realize that the sky looked off. It felt like it was a picture that someone plastered onto a ceiling. The rope fell by my side. I quickly grab onto the rope and place my feet on the wall. I take a deep breath, I ignore the pain and start to climb up the rope. My arms screamed to let go of the rope, I took shallow breaths as I forced my arms to hold up my body.

Every inch of the rope I went up felt like I was climbing a mountain. I kept looking up at the sky. The sky didn't feel like a sky, it felt like a ceiling I was climbing up against. I looked over at the camp, the clouds didn't even look real anymore. I notice wood-like patterns on the clouds, the clouds reminded me of wood carvings I would see in an antique shop. I could see the wood-like patterns shifting around just enough so that they looked like a real cloud. How could I mistake those fake clouds, as clouds? I looked away only to immediately look back. How did anyone mistake those for clouds?

I forced myself to look away one last time before climbing up the rope. My eyes widened as the sky was just a few feet away from my face. I froze at the sight. It felt like I could reach out and grab the sky. I suddenly get a vision of a limp body materializing from the sky and fall through the sky. I take a deep breath and wrap my injured arm around the rope. I quickly jump off the wall and stretch out in time to catch a blur fall through the sky. I screamed loudly as the rope tightened around my arm. I gasp as I swung back into the wall. My eyes widen as I saw Ivan's unconscious body in my hand. I look up and plant my legs on the wall. A long arm with white clothing around its arm with white leather gloves materializes out of the sky. The arm grabbed the rope. Another arm materialized out of the sky with a knife in its hands.

I felt a whoosh of air rush past me, I saw a long strand of string form out of nowhere and brush past the hand holding the rope. A long string-long tear appeared on the side of the cloth. The arm didn't react, it calmly held up the rope and sliced the rope. My injured arm let go of the rope and reached for the wall. My fingers scratched the wall as I began to fall down. The wind hugged my body and lifted me up into the air. I look down and see Ivan barely conscious, he had a huge bulge coming out the back of his head. Blood dripped down the face as he forced his eyes open.

A tiny pebble fell down from the wall and smacked Ivan right in the middle of his forehead. The sound of the wind died. I desperately grab onto, my hand slipped off the wall. The wind roared in my ears as it rushed around my body. I took a deep breath as I realize that Ivan stopped us exactly where I first caught him. My ears rang as I was suddenly flung towards the sky. I tightened my grip around Ivan. My mind froze as I was rushed towards the picture-like sky. I barely blinked my eyes before I found myself cave that was in a shape of a volcano. My eyes widened as I saw a tall figure wearing white ropes standing over the edge of the wall. The figure had huge, angle-like wings that were as big as another person. The figure stared up at me and Ivan as we both rushed towards the ground. I felt the wind rush in front of us and slow our fall. The wind gently put us on the ground. I let go of Ivan and quickly stand up. I unwrap the rope around my arm and step in front of Ivan. I heard a hollow ring of a bottle fall to the ground. I glance down and see a tiny cylinder-shaped bottle lay still on the ground. A transparent arrow suddenly rushed by my head and struck the figure in the chest. The figure didn't reach but instead stared down at his chest.

Ivan stepped in front of me and shoved a small bottle with red liquid into my chest as he brought out a spear with one side of the blade slightly curved. At the very bottom of the blade was a tiny circle that was just above where the hand would go. Ivan stretched out his arm with his spear in hand. He let go of the spear but the spear didn't fall. I could see swift currents of wind holding the spear in place. Ivan spread his feet, his eyes focused on the figure. He looked over his shoulder, he stared at the bottle for a bit before quickly looking back at the figure.

"Drink the bottle Michael," he said in a commanding tone. I quickly open the bottle and chug it down. In a blink of an eye, Ivan jumped in time and onto the ground on his stomach just in time for the figure to appear behind him with an arm through the place where Ivan just was. The figure quickly rushed to Ivan, Ivan turned onto his back and threw pebbles into the air. The figure disappeared and reappeared a few feet away. Ivan let the pebbles fall to the ground. His spear suddenly rushed towards the figure. The figure ran to the side, the spear quickly followed him. The figure stopped and reached towards the spear. The spear quickly changed its direction and returned to Ivan. I took a cautious step back as I quickly open the bottle and drink a sip of the drink. I felt my arm flare up with pain as it slowly straightened out. I take a deep breath and drink the whole drink. My arm quickly straightened up but the weird purple and pink spots were still littering my arm. They were smaller than before, but there was a dull constant pain that ran up and down my arm. Ivan slowly backed up towards me and created a hammer made out of ice. He tossed the hammer towards me. The hammer landed near my feet, I quickly bend down and pick up the hammer. I quickly drop the hammer as a cold shocking grew in my palm.

I look over at Ivan, he had his index finger pointed towards the figure. A transparent arrow appeared at the tip of his finger as the wind rushed to gather around him. I felt my feet dig into the ground as my body was drawn towards Ivan. I quickly bend down and dig my fingers into the ground as the arrow at Ivan's fingertip flew off his finger. The wind pulled at my body in the direction of the arrow. My grip on the dirt weakened as the wind pulled and pulled on my shirt. The dirt shifted around my fingers as Ivan's arrow pulled me. A pair of feet suddenly appeared right in front of me. I quickly look up to see nothing. The wind died down as I held up my arm and covered it with dozens of eyes. A pair of feet suddenly appear in front, I look up to see the white figure standing over me with its right leg over its leg. The figure swiftly brought down his leg, I quickly bring up my arms to block his leg. His leg smashed into my arms, the eyes on my arm were slowly sucked into the figure's leg. I felt my consciousness fade, I felt my head hit the floor as I was suddenly staring down at my body. A pebble suddenly flew up from the ground and flew into the side of my head. I was suddenly back on the ground where I originally was. I look up and see the figure standing over me. The figure jumped back as I scrambled up to my feet.

A dull pain radiated in my arm as I forced my hands together. My hands moved by themselves. Sparks formed in-between in my hands as a bright blue light coiled around my arm. The blue light tightened around my wrist, long pieces of light dropped down to the floor. I jump to the side as the figure instantly appeared in front of me. The second I touched the ground, the ground stretched like rubber underneath my feet. It felt like I was in a bounce house. The ground quickly flung me back to where I just was before I jumped, right in front of the figure. I quickly flick my wrist towards the figure. The light instantly aimed towards the figure and wrapped around his waist. The figure slowly looked down. The light suddenly vanished. The figure's leg slammed into my face in an instant. Everything swirled around as I took a step back. The figure wound up his arm and formed a fist. A spear pierced his neck, my body froze as blood squirted out of his neck. The spear stopped in the middle of the figure's neck, I saw the wind wrap around both ends of the spear. The spear suddenly vanished, there was no hole in the figure's neck. There wasn't even blood on his clothes. It was like nothing happened.

I notice the spear aim towards the figure's neck, the figure took a step back and grabbed the spear. His hand started to glow. I quickly cover my hands with eyeballs, I step forward and swiftly touch the figure's shirt. The figure instantly reacted with a swift uppercut to my jaw. Everything turned to black as I found myself staring down at my body laying down on its back. I felt light, in my own body I could at least feel something, but in this body, it felt like I was nothing. I stare down at the spear and quickly drop before I was back in my own body. I quickly get back up and look at the figure. Instead of the usual robe, the figure was wearing was instead replaced by Japanese armor. The armor was light ocean blue. The metal plates were inscribed with a gold-plated triangle pattern. The pattern repeated across the armor until it completely covered the plating. I stared at the figure's fox-like mask. The mask was white with red lines going down the sides of its face. The mask had tiny cat-like ears, I nervous shift my gaze at the figure's eyes. The slits in the mask were just enough to see bright blue ocean-colored eyes behind the mask. I notice a long slightly curved sword handing off its waist. The figure reached for its sword and grabbed the hilt.

A ball of water formed over its head as it drew its sword and held it in front of its chest. The wind blew in my ears as the spear I dropped earlier quickly shot up towards the figure's chin. The figure quickly dropped its sword, in a blink of an eye he was forming hand signs, his hands got faster and faster until his hands were a blur. The figure's hand instantly caught the spear just inches away from the bottom of his chin. The spear glowed purple as the spear suddenly exploded into bits and pieces. Pieces of the broken metal spear bounced off the walls. I heard Ivan grunt in the distance as I placed my hands over my head and crouched. I ran to the side and fell to the ground. I felt a piece slice the back of my leg. I wince as I ignore the pain and force my hands together. I form a couple of hand signs, I felt the air heat up as a tiny ball of fire formed around my body. I quickly got up, a piece of metal flew through the flames. The piece of metal melted into a red pile of goo, the goo still flew through the air. The pieces of metal and melted metal goo suddenly stopped and dropped to the ground.

The figure clasped his hands together and formed one hand sign. My head felt fuzzy as my body memorized the sign. Everything felt silent. The air felt heavy, almost suffocating. The figure glowed a bright purple. It was blinding to even stare at him for a second. The figure flew through the air just by moving his foot. Ivan took a step forward and send an arrow made of wind towards the figure. The figure moved his foot just a bit, the figure suddenly changed its direction. The arrow changed its direction and followed after the figure. The figure looked towards Ivan and changed its direction again. Ivan sent a blast of wind at his feet and flew backward. The figure pulled his knees to his chest and pumped his legs like he was trying to jump. The figure suddenly sped up and put his sword into his sheathe. He reached out towards Ivan. Ivan turned around and started running towards the exit. The figure quickly caught up to Ivan. The figure's hand grabbed Ivan's shirt. The figure yanked Ivan back and wrapped its arm around his neck. Ivan scratched and clawed at the figure's armor. A cloud formed on Ivan's shoulder. A tiny muscular man with the cloud serving as its legs sprouted out from the cloud. The man's skin was pure white and bumpy like the cloud it was on. The top of its head and its knuckles had tiny sharp spikes. The man wound up his arm and slammed its fist into the figure's mask. The tiny man faded into nothing as the figure threw Ivan to the side. Ivan slowly fell to the ground. I watch Ivan gently bounced off the ground. The sight reminded me of how astronauts moved around in space. Ivan's eyes widened as he tried to reach for the ground. The wind rushed to his aid, Ivan flew up to the ceiling and flew away from the figure.

The figure put his feet on the ground and jumped back towards Ivan. The flames died out around me as I put my hands together and formed a few hand signs. A ball of fire formed in my hands, my focus narrowed onto the figure as I aimed at the figure. The figure reached towards the top of Ivan's shirt. Ivan quickly formed a small, tiny spear in his hands. He aimed the tip of the spear towards the figure's eye. The water shifted into a long cylinder-like stream of water. The water curved and quickly smacked Ivan's hand like a whip. Ivan grunted as he forced himself through the pain and thrust the spear towards the figure's eye. The stream of water dropped, Ivan and the figure straight to the ground. The figure's armor quickly changed back into its white robe. In an instant, they were teleported back to the same place before the figure jumped towards Ivan. The flames in my hand died out as the figure's white robe change back into its blue armor. The spear in Ivan's hand shattered and instantly melted the second it touched the ground.

I quickly clasp my hands together and repeat the hand signs needed for the fireball. The figure put his hands together to just form one singular hand sign. The figures slowly left the ground as a ball of water formed above his heads. The ball of water was separated into eight medium-sized triangles. The triangles formed swords made of water. Steam rose up from the tips of the swords as the figure pointed the swords towards Ivan. A bead of sweat fell down Ivan's cheek as bubbles began to pop on the surface of the water. Ivan quickly flew back and formed a pebble out of nowhere. I took aim at the figure as it changed its focus onto me. I felt a strong gust of wind pull me towards Ivan. An arrow the size of a medium-sized dog flew through the air, the figure jumped back as the arrow suddenly dispersed. A tiny pebble was all of that could be seen flying through the air. The sword hovering around the figure quickly sliced the pebble in half. Ivan formed a tiny spear in his hands.

The swords suddenly lurched towards me. I quickly jump to the side and throw the fireball at the figure. The figure simply stepped to the side. I run to the side as the sword followed right behind me. I forced my legs to carry me away from the swords I felt a hot, burning sensation spread throughout my back as I felt something tear through my back. I scream as I force my hands together. I felt the skin on my back begin to peel off as I forced my hands to form hand signs. I felt the pain fade away as sparks came off my fingers. More and more sparks flew out of my fingers, my fingers turned into a bright yellow light. Energy filled my body as my skin turned into a bright yellow light. The crackles of electricity filled the air as the burning sensation that covered my back disappeared. The water sword flew back towards the figure. My skin turned back to normal as I turned around.

Ivan was ducking and flying around the figure as the figure kept aiming its swords at Ivan. I felt something wet go down my back, my legs trembled underneath my weight. The pain in my back worsened as my legs eventually gave out. The wind felt rough against my peeling skin. I instinctively clasp my hands together and stare at Ivan and the figure. Ivan quickly formed a sharp icicle in his hands and threw it at the figure. One of the water swords quickly swiped at icicle. The icicle was split in half as Ivan flew back and landed on the ground. I force myself to stand back up and walk to the side so that I was in the figure's blind spot. All of the figure's attention was on Ivan. My legs shook with each step. I take a deep breath as the hand signs the figure made popped into my head. I slowly put my hands together, I stared down at my hands with nervousness as my hands mimicked that one hand sign the figure made.

A dim, dirty-looking purple aura surrounded me. My vision swirled, I stagger to the side as an uneasy feeling filled my stomach. I felt something come up my throat but suddenly stopped. My body shook with coldness. Everything suddenly cleared up as my body began to float off the ground. It took me a few seconds to comprehend what was going on. My body gently floated down to the ground. I looked toward the figure, its attention was still on Ivan. I forced my hands together, a painful shock went down my body before I could make my first hand sign. The figure quickly turned back to me, it stared me down. We stare at each other for a few seconds, the figure suddenly appeared in front of me. I duck as the figure tried to punch me. I notice the figure's leg twitch. I jump backward, my eyes widened as instead of jumping three or two feet backward I instead jumped back ten feet. I was stunned for just a bit by what just happened.

The figure suddenly disappeared, I had a vision of him behind me. I quickly turned around and duck. The figure raised its fist. I stand back up and jump towards his throat. I felt the water swords point towards me. I quickly form an eyeball on the tip of my finger and touch the figure's chest plate. The swords vanished as I looked down at my glowing purple body. I saw Ivan point his finger towards me and launch an arrow. I stared at the arrow as it spiraled towards the middle of the figure's face Before the arrow could strike my face, I found myself back in my own body. I look up just in time for the arrow to go through the figure's face. The arrow disappeared before it could go through. Ivan flew up to the figure with a spear in hand. Ivan swiped the tip of the spear at the figure's neck and thrust his spear towards the figure's face. The spear went through the figure's head, Ivan kicked at the figure's chest to get the spear out of the figure's body.

Time felt like it slowed down as the figure fell down onto its back. Adrenaline rushed through my body as blood poured out of its forehead. My body tensed up at the sight. Ivan casually stretched as he walked back a few steps and at down. The side of his nose bent to the side, he had a bright purple bruise under his right eye. His right eye could barely stay open, skin peeled off on the left side of his face. He had a cold, emotionless look in his eyes as he stared at the figure. I look over to the figure, I back away as I saw bright pink flesh move around in his head. I put my hands on the ground and try to get back up. A heavy burning sensation squeezed my arms, I give up trying to get back up. My eyes drooped, I felt the adrenaline that was running throughout my body fade away. I look down at the ground and force my body to stay awake. I look up as I hear footsteps come walking towards me. I open my eyes wide and lookup. Ivan stared blankly into my eyes. His eyes lost the cold, killer look they had a few seconds ago.

"I'm going to get Coach, you want to stay here, or do you want to come with me."

I stared up at him, my gaze went down to his rough bloody hands. Fear built up inside my chest just at the mere sight of blood. How can he act so casual? He just killed someone, how can he not feel guilty? Maybe he's hiding it? I hope he's hiding it. I stare back up at his eyes. His eyes were waiting for my response. The spear in his hand melted as he got out two cans of Coke and handed one to me. I stare down at the can. I stretch out my hand and hesitantly.

"I-I'll just go back to my cabin." Ivan yawned as he opened his can. He looked over to the figure. His eyes widened as he made the can disappear and made a spear made of ice. I crawl a bit to the side. I grit my teeth as I see a pool of blood with the figure's body nowhere to be seen.

"I'll go get Coach."

I don't know if you guys noticed this but the main villain of this chapter also had his own special power.

[Form II] Way of the gods (Reversible Failures)

Origin- Rome has always been prone to making mistakes throughout his life. One of those mistakes was him having a child before the age of fifteen. Rome has tried to involved in his son's life but the gods have constantly tasked him with doing their jobs. Desperate to be involved in his son's life, he started to take his son out of the camp and into the cities to bond with him. One day after his son got lost in the city, he found his son's cold body resting on the floor Overcomed with grief, he found himself back at the beginning of the day with his son by his side.

Abilities- Whenever something hurts him, kills him, or if something makes him upset then his ability will automatically reverse or delete the actions by finding weird or mysterious ways to revert those actions. If the ability can not find a way to revert those actions, then it will manipulate the universe to revert the actions.

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