Inside Umbra's Ruins ✓ [Umbra's Fate #2]

ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ꜱɪx: ʟᴏʀᴄᴀɴ

Training. The life of the Protectors consisted only of training. The anger they had accumulated after the repeated attacks on their loved ones served as gasoline to ignite their desire for revenge.

Two weeks ago, when they were forced to become fugitives, they realized that they weren't ready for the battle that would decide the fate of Umbra. If they weren't able to stop Peters' followers, much less would they be able to win against them and the demons together.

They had to raise the level of their powers, and they would only achieve this with constant training. Fortunately for them, they had a demon willing to guide them in the usage of their abilities.

"Try to focus more on the source of your power," Varinia explained to Miles. "Feel the energy of the earth entering your body."

"Even more? I want to fight, not spend all my time meditating," the young man complained.

"You won't be able to fight if you don't control your power correctly. Besides, yours is a tricky one, if you use it the wrong way you could hurt your friends," said the demon.

Lorcan watched the exchange as he rested, sitting on the floor against the wall. He held back his laughter as he heard his brother's complaints. Miles wasn't the kind of person who enjoyed sitting still for more than five minutes so learning to control his energy was a big challenge for him.

Lorcan was proud of him, he could see that his brother had grown up, months ago he would have abandoned training after the first few hours shouting that heroes don't need to practice.

Plus it was fun to see how he followed Noah everywhere asking him for advice on how to grow his muscles. The look of irritation on Noah's face every time he saw Miles approach was one of the funniest things Lorcan had ever seen.

"I made it," Flora shouted, jumping up and down. "Did you see that Clio?"

Clio turned around. "No, I didn't see it, but I'm paying attention now, you can do it again."

"Prepare to be surprised," Flora said.

She raised her arms, in each of her hands she had two small seeds. Hundreds of vines grew from her hands, surrounding her body. They then moved towards the ground and began to lift Flora's body.

"See? It's like I'm flying."

"Why are there so many plants? Didn't you only have four seeds?" Clio asked.

"I can make them reproduce, it's a little trick Varinia taught me." Flora smiled. "How about you petal, did you see what I can do?"

"Yeah, yeah, you're fantastic," Aífe said, looking away. She was too focused on the blocks of dirt floating around her.

"I wish I had a power like Flora's, it'll make things easier for me," Miles complained as he sat next to his older brother.

"I think your power is amazing, you can get rid of several of your opponents at the same time with a single shout."

“But it's very difficult to control.” Miles took a sip of water from his bottle. "Besides, even if my power was shit, you'd still say you loved it. It's like my horrible drawings from elementary school."

"Hey, the drawings were cute. I still have them in my special Miles art box."

"You have a box for my ugly drawings?"

"Of course." Lorcan smiled. "What kind of older brother would I be if I didn't keep your drawings?"

"A normal one, it's not like you're my parent. I'm sure not even dad kept my old stuff." Miles leaned his head against the wall. "You always expect everyone to have your same level of kindness. It's normal to help your neighbors fix their house, it's normal to risk your life to save others, it's always the same, you act like a hero and expect the rest to keep up with you."