Weak Class of Anti-Hero

We arrived at the edge of the cliff. The laboratory stood on its rocky island, a dark silhouette under the moon.

"So, what’s your plan to get in?" Yoo-Na asked.

"The infiltration will be simple," I said as I got out of the car. "But it won’t be in spiritual form. It’s too risky. If my body is discovered, it’s all over. We’re going in physically."

I closed my eyes and concentrated. I activated my new skill, MRC.

I thought back to the guards I had seen during my reconnaissance. I visualized their faces, their uniforms, their builds.

My body began to change. My bones cracked, my muscles rearranged. It was a dull pain, but bearable now.

In a few seconds, I was transformed. I had the face of one of the mercenaries. I had even recreated their uniform from my own clothes. It was a perfect disguise.

Yoo-Na looked at me, shocked. "You... you can do that?"

"One of my many talents," I said, my voice slightly altered to match the guard’s.

I looked at the ravine. "You, you’re going to create an ice bridge, thin and discreet, just above the water. So we can cross."

She nodded, already concentrating her power.

"Once we’re on the other side," I continued, "I’ll go first. I’ll use my Vocal Charm to lull the guards’ suspicions. I’ll tell them I have an order from Thorne for a prisoner transfer."