Game of Higher Hands - The Same Question

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"What are you?"

For a moment...

Mòr's expression changes.

Only for a moment.

A small surprise.

Like she didn't expect me to ask that.

Her lips move slightly.

She is about to answer.

But then—

" Mòr!"

A voice comes from behind.

I turn my head.

The Chosen Team.

They have finished their evaluation.

Ethan is walking toward us with the others.

Mòr looks at them.

Then looks back at me.

Only for a second.

Her expression becomes normal again.

"I?"

She smiles.

"Of course I'm just a weak girl who can't fight."

"A helpless person who can only survive by relying on the righteous Chosen Team."

Then she turns away.

The timing is perfect.

Almost too perfect.

The others arrive.

"Jax."

Ethan greets me.

"Didn't expect to see you here."

I shrug.

"Same."

Ryan looks between us.

"You two know each other?"

"Met before."

I answer.

Mòr simply smiles.

No explanation.

Soon...

the topic changes.

Ability levels.

Everyone is curious.

"So what level are you?"

Ryan asks.

I answer casually.

"Level 9."

Everyone pauses.

"Level 9?"

Ben raises his eyebrows.

"Not bad."

I smile.

"Not bad?"

"That's a very calm reaction."

Ethan laughs.

"We've seen a lot of things recently."

"Level numbers don't surprise us anymore."

Then they start sharing their own information.

Ethan.

Level 10

Ability Types:

Enhancement

Speed

The highest among everyone.

No surprise.

He really is the strongest member of the team.

Ben.

Level 9

Ability Type:

Metal Enhancement

His body can strengthen and transform parts of itself into a metal-like state.

Ryan.

Level 7

Ability Type:

Fire

A direct attacking ability.

Mia.

Level 7

Ability Type:

Wind

Fast attacks and control.

Lily.

Level 8

Ability Type:

Healing

A rare support ability.

Ava.

Level 9

Ability Type:

Enhancement Support

Increasing the abilities and physical conditions of others.

And finally...

Mòr Weiss.

Level 6

Ability Type:

Space

Storage type.

At least...

that's what the report says.

Everyone talks naturally.

For a moment...

it feels almost normal.

People discussing abilities.

People laughing.

A group of young people standing together.

Like the world hasn't already fallen apart.

Then—

A sound.

A terrible sound.

The air suddenly changes.

A strong wind appears above us.

Everyone looks up.

Something is falling.

Fast.

Too fast.

A huge piece of equipment from the upper part of the facility.

Probably damaged during construction or testing.

The workers nearby panic.

"Move!"

"Get away!"

But there is no time.

The distance is too short.

The object is already falling.

The wind pressure hits everyone.

I prepare to move.

The others also react.

But before anyone can do anything—

The wind disappears.

The sound disappears.

The falling object...

is gone.

Everyone freezes.

"What?"

The workers look around in confusion.

Impossible.

Something that large cannot just disappear.

But I notice something.

A small movement.

Beside me.

Mòr's hand.

Only slightly raised.

Then lowered.

Nobody else notices.

But I do.

Because I was watching her.

The government staff immediately start checking the situation.

"Where did it go?"

"Was it destroyed?"

"No!"

"Check the cameras!"

A few seconds later—

Someone shouts.

"Over here!"

Everyone runs toward the back of the base.

I follow.

The scene makes everyone silent.

The huge falling object is there.

Behind the facility.

On an empty piece of land.

Half buried.

Deep.

Because the object did not slow down.

It was transferred.

Not stopped.

The same speed.

The same force.

Just a different location.

The workers stare.

A space ability.

Everyone understands.

Someone with space ability saved them.

But nobody knows who.

I turn my head.

Mòr.

She looks shocked.

Her eyes are wide.

Her face shows fear.

Like she just witnessed something impossible.

Like she has no idea what happened.

A perfect reaction.

Too perfect.

I don't say anything.

Because I have no proof.

Nothing.

Only a small movement.

Only a moment.

But my instincts tell me something.

The report says she is Level 6.

My eyes say otherwise25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm2mzVSeyHO

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