HPDBC Chapter 254 Her talent? She forgot?
Chapter 254 Her talent? She forgot?
Chapter 254 Her talent? She forgot?
Chapter 254
She turned around obediently.
Oliver placed his palm on her back and began channeling his raw, pure espera into her slowly.
"Try to mimic the feeling and repeat it. That will help you sense the espera within you," he said softly.
"En," she responded with a determined nod.
She closed her eyes and focused. The moment the espera entered her body, it felt like a spark igniting within her—an unfamiliar yet electrifying sensation that seemed to vibrate through her core. The moment the espera entered her body, it stirred the strings of espera within her, sending a jolting sensation through her body.
She instinctively wanted to resist the uncomfortable feeling but remembered Oliver's words and endured as the foreign energy enveloped her mind. It was strange, like water rushing through a dry streambed, filling spaces that had never known its touch.
Swish!
Swish!
Swish!
Oliver's expression changed as he sensed the changes happening in her body through their connection.
His brows furrowed slightly, a flicker of astonishment crossing his face. He could feel the burst of espera opening countless nerve-like channels inside her body instantly, as if they were dried plants desperately absorbing water.
The sensation was almost violent—her body was drawing his espera with a hunger that defied logic. His espera was being forcefully drawn in, her body instinctively and voluntarily draining it from the connected bridge.
That bridge, of course, was his hand on her back, serving as the channel for transferring his espera.
But what was happening now was unusual. She was actively drawing the espera in—a reaction that was far from normal.
Oliver's gaze sharpened as he analyzed the phenomenon. For someone who had never experienced or sensed espera before to react like a dried well—this was astounding.
Whatever the case, one thing was clear: this girl had tremendous talent for espera. She could definitely become a spiritual exorcist—a powerful one at that.
Disconnecting the flow was easy. He had precise control over his body and espera.
"There you go. That should be enough," Oliver said.
"Ah..."
She opened her mouth as if to say something but stopped, pursing her lips. A small pang of disappointment flickered across her face, but she quickly hid it. That feeling... she wanted to experience it again.
The warm flow of espera, like floating in a soothing pool, had felt amazing and rejuvenating.
It was more than just energy—it was comfort, safety, and power all at once. Her previous fatigue had completely vanished. She felt as refreshed as if she had slept for days, her body brimming with energy.
Not only that, she felt stronger. It was subtle, but she could feel it. She even thought she could throw a rock high into the sky.
But Oliver's sudden removal of the flow left her a little disappointed. If she could just maintain it, she might become stronger faster.
Was the path to power really so addictive?
She sighed internally. Of course, she couldn't say that to him. He was already doing her a favor by helping her awaken her talent. Asking for more would seem shameless.
Freeloading off him without offering anything in return? She couldn't stoop that low.
In the end, she nodded and rose from the meditative stance she had assumed.
"Mist—no! Teacher, I'm grateful to be your student!" She bowed again, more formally this time.
"Well... the thing is..." Oliver began but hesitated. Her eagerness made him pause, unsure of how to crush her expectations gently. She noticed the odd look on his face, her eyes widening slightly as she gasped.
"I forgot! I'm really sorry, Teacher!"
"Huh?" Oliver blinked, confused.
She suddenly looked stricken, guilt flashing across her expression. What had she forgotten?
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