Chapter 8: Soul
Percy and his relatives barely managed to escape with their lives, leaping out of the wolves’ den by the skin of their teeth. Ok, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration. The High Priestess let them go. Relatively easily.
Not that Percy’s hastily constructed lie was particularly believable, but at the end of the day there wasn’t any evidence incriminating him. After all, she had said it herself. Nobody below Violet could steal the dense mind mana, let alone an Orange cored teenager.
While she had certainly seemed somewhat colder during their subsequent interactions, in the end she did give him some tips on how to train with his affinity like she had promised.
That was why he was squinting really hard right now, trying to peer into Elaine’s soul.
“Cut it out, will you?!” she grunted in annoyance. “What did you even do in there?”
“I tested for my affinity.” he shrugged.
His cousin rolled her eyes.
“Fine, keep your secrets. Just try not to get us all killed next time.”
Percy was about to comment on the irony of her statement, but in the end, he chose to let it slide. He was too busy to walk into another argument.