Things have been busy with the Irish sanctuary. Valkyrie Cain has returned from Meek Ridge and is eager to solve her next case, but she's been gone a long time. Something has been causing a stir amongst the psychic community. The master of the Facel...
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Dexter's hand trailed up Valkyrie's arm and she felt the goose bumps rippling up her flesh. He stood directly behind her, left hand gripping her waist and right leading her glowing palm to each of the targets and helping her control her power.
"Have you figured out how you even have this magic yet?" he asked her. She shrugged,
"I have no idea. I've been reading into it and it should be impossible. There hasn't been any recorded magic like mine ever. I'll be making sure to ask China if there is anything in those books and things we're going to find on our mission." She replied then she focused her magic as much as she could with Dexter distracting her unintentionally.
Her beams of magic melted through each of the metal barrels easily and the heat could be felt from where she was standing.
"Good. Now try to spread the stream all around the object when it makes contact, not just through it." He instructed her and she nodded. Pushing all her thoughts into it. Once she had mastered that they moved onto her magic shields and force fields. She still had no idea how to control her explosions and thought it was best not to try it out in the training centre full of her friends. She'd make sure she honed every skill she possessed and acquired as many new ones as possible before their next threat attacked. This time she'd be ready. This time, she'd be stronger.
