The Oracle's Heart

a cold tomb, the cold wind and snow pouring in through the

knife and bandaged with a strip of cloth from Lucien's trench coat that he h

tood by the window like a shadow

tranger's true intentions, it was cl

mmering vaguely with black light, like an invisible net th

ughts in turmoil. Water God's bl

cars on his arms and the foresight of th

ou say I'm of the Water God bloodline, t

he corners of his mouth lifting slightly a

with an ear-splitting sound, "You pulled the brake lever and sav

ife, "You have not yet awakened,

wanting to retort, but th

f the L-car, those images were too

what am I supposed to do?

learn to control it or you

re was a loud bang outside the windo

e black light flickered a fe

rough the window and rush inside in the wind and snow

"Damn, they're

ut the drone reacted faster, dodging the attack

to the side as the drone crashed

sping for breath, his hear

dark glow coalescing into a razor-s

ly nimble and buzzed up, the r

kicked open violently, and two dark figures quickly rushed

ier!" Lucien roared, turning

racing, knowing he had to escape, but hi

his blade at Lucien, the

ow slicing through it as the dark shadow let out a s

on Jace, the tip of the knife

, the blade grazed his shoulder, the bodysu

into the dark shadow, the two of them falling toge

sed against him, kni

groping in panic, to

w's head, and with a muffled grunt, the shadow let g

ing heavily, his hands shaking so

k shadow away, which crashed into the wal

o glare at Jace, "Yo

eeth, "I told you,

face the drone that flew up again, the mac

ed, pulling Jace o

heir boots crushed the ice as the

ed the water, and the light on the bridge

it, buzzing, its red light

the injuries, but he gritted his teeth and kept up with

he river, the iron frames rusting and cr

e drone, and says in a cold vo

r and glares at him,

"You will, the wat

over, a red light

hed through, but the drone deftly do

nctively raised his hand, trying

ng in his ears, cold to

rough his mind, then a strange sensation,

life, the water rushed out of the river and turned i

ieces and crashed into the r

still in the air, gasping as

silently from his fingertips, the blood on his arms

spered to himself, a ru

him, his gaze cold as ice, but the corners of his mout

tone cold, "This is your power

eping over the starlit river, "

turmoil. Is the water flowin

motorcycle in the distance was like

to look across the river,

rds the end of the dock, the wind

pidated warehouse, the door half

ollowed by Jace, his boots crushing glass an

floorboards rotting and creakin

or, quickly blocking the crack with a

or breath, blood dripping from his ar

ays indignantly, "What is

as a knife, "You're not Superman, yo

till cold, "They want you dead

ods and demons? It sounded utterly ridi

And what about you? Wh

Jace's wounds, hiding a hint of imperce

o the warehouse, like a dark sh

in turmoil. Owe him? What was the meaning of this? The series

snow making the warehouse creak. He clenched his fist

t what was he really? He didn't kno