A purpose

Lucien was consumed with revenge.

All he could see was red in his eyes.

Kohl stands back up as he looks at Lucien in the middle of the emptied pond.

Lucien had grasped almost immediately.

Their strengths were leagues apart.

He looks down at his feet.

He felt dumbed down by a mere human. He felt intimidated by a mere human.

"Is this the difference in power we have?" He started questioning himself.

"No, Lucien. You're confusing power with hard work. Never have I ever seen anyone be defeated with talent over hardwork. It's the gift of nature to humans." He says to Lucien.

"But I feel humiliated with you. You're a mere human. I am a werewolf. We shouldn't be this far apart in terms of power." Lucien lifts his head when Kohl suddenly pushes himself up in the air. Lucien's eyes widen when he could feel gushes of air on his face.

Kohl was levitating in the air with frisk movements of his feet kicking the air. He was balancing himself that way, he was air-walking.