Chapter - 121
Jacob had been in situations like this before—desperate, hopeless moments when all seemed lost. The first time, he had been on the verge of death in the ruined temple, surrounded by Void Stalkers. His base faerium had been completely depleted, and as he hovered near unconsciousness, the thought of Elara and Seraphina in danger had sparked something within him. A wish for a miracle had unlocked the hidden faerium reserve inside him, and his body had moved instinctively, wielding a rifle made of magic.
The second instance had been in the combat competition, where he had been battered, bruised, and nearly broken. When his faerium was being drained, Jacob had once again tapped into that unfathomable wellspring of power within him, granting him strength far beyond his usual limits. Althea's safety had spurred him on, her presence igniting a desperation that fueled the power within him.
But this time was different.