Chapter 139: Ryder, The Ancestors’ Ancestor
"You fed me your blood? You mean you have a healing gift too?"
He nodded. "Yes, but it has a downside."
She swallowed her disbelief and asked, "Which is?"
"I can’t heal even my own injuries if I’m too weak," he said, his voice low. "If I give my blood to someone else, it can...bind them to me, in a way. That when they’re hurt, I feel it too. When they’re weak, exhausted, it affects my healing speed."
Reana’s eyes widened slightly. Does that explain why he heals quickly but the wound on his stomach took a little more time to heal... because she was exhausted at that time?
"What else are you capable of?" The revelations were too much. She couldn’t even be surprised anymore.
Ryder watched her quietly for a while, then he shifted his gaze to the broken bed frame. Reana’s eyes followed him, waiting patiently to hear his speech but she didn’t expect what happened next.
"Reassemble," he mumbled lazily.
The bed frame trembled and suddenly lifted off the floor, reassembling itself with a soft creaking sound.
Reana’s eyes widened in amazement and shock as the bed frame settled back into place, looking as though it had never been broken.
"That too," Ryder said, turning to face her. He smiled, seeing how wide her eyes were. "I can manipulate and restore objects with my mind."