Wolf of the Blood Moon: A Blood Magic

Book 2: Chapter 52: Rest and Questions

Scarlet

After we get back to our tower, we find it to actually be rather peaceful. Which is a nice surprise.

Turns out one group of two Guardians did arrive, but they also retreated before the battle could get very intense for no apparent reason.

Although Michael believes their tower was being attacked and they were called back or something.

The plan from here on out though is simply for us to camp at our tower since weve already dealt with one team and therefore cleared any hidden rules the round mightve had. So theres no reason to go out hunting another team down.

Better to let them fight amongst themselves for the time being while we fully protect our own core.

Not to mention that it lets me finish my healing in peace.

At that thought, I look out the window Im leaning up against, just enjoying the view as my left arm continues healing. By now the thing is mostly attached again, even if its still not even close to finished healing. But thats enough to fight at least.

And for the pain to not be enough to really bother me thanks to pain diffusion.

I love that skill.

A lot of people would kill for a skill like that, so it makes sense, Tar says, and I cant help but nod with a smile.

It is a very nice skill. Also makes me wonder if there is an even higher rarity version of it.

There is, Tar says, surprising me. A lot of the mythic skills are rather well known amongst the fae, Knights, and noble demons. So I know most of Whites mythic skills as well. But Im not allowed to tell you any of them except for the mythic skill version of the one you have.

Wait, youre actually allowed to tell me something?!

Tar doesnt say anything for a few seconds before apparently deciding to ignore my remark as he says, The mythic version of Pain Diffusion is Sense Nullification. And it lets you completely nullify any amount of any sense in both you and others. And it doesnt require the sensation to be felt at a later point. In fact, its the skill she often uses to eliminate other peoples ability to see her when she doesnt want to be seen.

Interesting.

I want that skill.

Tar just snorts.

A few seconds pass in silence as I look out the window, simply listening to the sounds of battle that I can faintly hear coming from the other towers specifically the one belonging to Losts team, Lost in the Fog. Because from what I can tell, it sounds like Lost and Crim are currently fighting each other. And Lost is winning. Mostly because Crim is on the offense, meaning Lost has the homefield advantage along with greater numbers.

Crim also doesnt seem to be the greatest at dealing with mental attacks too. Just like me.

I am pleasantly surprised that I can hear far enough to actually be able to hear their battle though. Even if its only faintly.

Your hearing has grown quite strong at this point, Tar says, and I cant help but nod. Only to then frown as I remember something he mentioned a while back that I had completely forgotten about.

Didnt you say that Id have to learn how to control my ears better a while back?

I did, and I still believe you should, Tar says as if it was some obvious fact that I should know as well. Oh, right. You dont know.

Duh.

Blood lycans are able to adjust their own hearing almost instinctively, but you dont really have that instinct right now, Tar says, making my frown grow larger. What I meant by learning to control your ears better is that you should try to learn how to adjust your hearing like they do. It would make things a lot easier on you and cover up one of your weaknesses.

Huh. Didnt even realize that was possible.

Wait, will I get those instincts as well when I most likely lose my human ears?

Probably, yes, Tar answers, only to add, but you should try learning how to control them without the instincts since we dont know for sure. And if you do lose your human ears and dont gain the instincts, you will have a rather glaring weakness.

Right. Because I wont be able to switch over to my human ears anymore.

And I certainly wouldnt want to be known as the Class II Guardian at that point who can be taken down by a dog whistle.

Tar straight up laughs at that.

Its not funny.

He starts laughing even harder, so I cross my arms, ignoring the pain of my still hurt arm that were having Michael delay the healing of to save mana as it regenerates, and scowl at the air in front of me as if that would make him stop.

It, of course, does not.

Come to think of it, do you think I got any mythic skills from my fathers side?

Tar doesnt say anything, making my eyes widen at the implication.

So I did inherit a mythic skill from my father?

Tar still doesnt say anything, clearly showing that he isnt allowed to speak about it.

Wow. Looks like dear ol dad is more important than I thought

What blood lycans have etched mythic skills anyways? You should be able to answer this, right?

Correct, Tar answers right away. There are currently seven demons who have earned mythic skills. These include the Demon King, the four Demon Lords, the leader of the Argus branch of blood lycans, and the leader of the leader of the Morningstar branch of the Oni.

So there are other blood lycans outside of the royal family that have mythic skills.

Maybe my father was an outcast of the Argus branch?

Actually, what are these branches anyways? Just powerful families in their clans?

Basically, Tar answers as I continue staring out the window. Theyre kind of like the royal family in that they limit their bloodline from spreading, but they dont do it to anywhere near the extreme the royal family does it. So there are plenty of people not officially in their branch that have their mythic skill etched in their genes as an achievement locked skill that no one has unlocked as of today.

Interesting.

I cant help but wonder who my father is now. Because he has to be more important than I thought if he is connected to one of those branch things, right?

Tar doesnt answer.

I let out a sigh before glancing at the others to find them all standing guard at the stairs and balconies, trusting that my hearing will find anyone who approaches long before they get here. Which it will.

After a few seconds, I turn back to look out the window again.

I wish my wound would hurry up and heal.