Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 155

Chapter 154: Grace: Arcana (I)

Lyre waits until I’m calm again, her chin still resting in her palm as she watches me.

"I don’t get it," I finally admit, scrubbing my hands over my face again. It’s not that I’m trying to hide, but just... the pressure and darkness helps me feel a little better. A little less dizzy and lost with the information thrown at me.

Anchors. Divinity. Gods. Fate...

"What don’t you get?"

"Everything. I understand what you’re saying, it just... doesn’t feel real." Like Lyre’s making up a story.

"Hmm." Her fingers tap against the table again. "Well, it’s understandable. You’ll come to know more with time, but it’s against us at the moment. More importantly, Grace, there are things you need to do, now that Chaos has opened your door."

Somehow, I know I’m not going to like whatever she has to say.

"What things?"

"Well." Cool fingers touch the back of my hands, and I pull them away from my face to blink at the rainbow-haired woman in front of me. Lyre smiles faintly. "First, you need to learn to harness your power. I hear you can see arcana now?"

I nod.

"It’s a bit fast, but I suppose I should thank Chaos for this gift, at least. Can you see it at will? Or only when you’re in the middle of your..." Her index finger swirls in the air. "...shenanigans?"

I blush.

"Only when I touch Caine. They look like golden threads."

of order." Again with the tapping as she frowns. "Can you touch it? Manipulate it?

tried to squeeze

needs to see the light

it feel when

thinking back. "Warm. Almost like a wiggling rope and water at the same time, but sometimes I can’t feel it at

drums at the table again. "It sounds like your perception and expression

at

it’s more than squiggly golden lines in the air. It’s part of the air you breathe. Part of the blood running through your body. It’s in every inch of your skin. Everything in this world is made of arcana. If you want to control it, you need to manipulate

nod.

absorb more. Give it roads and direction, and it will follow your

a sledgehammer to a

to me on my order. I absorb it, and therefore it’s mine." Slowly,

hovers between Lyre’s hands, pulsing gently like a miniature sun. I squint

Nothing.

normal human would—a weird glowing orb that shouldn’t exist but somehow does. My jaw tightens with frustration. Last night with Caine, I’d seen those golden threads so clearly. I’d touched them,

asks, her cat-like

feeling more defeated than I probably should. I’m a beginner. This is all new to me. It would make sense to fail. And yet I

surrounded by powerful people, relying on them to keep me safe. I want power, too. At least enough to defend

with Caine, I really thought

escapes me. Just my luck—I finally discover I’m some mythical being called an Anchor, capable of influencing gods, and I can’t

for the kind of life I’ve led so far, but then I feel a little guilty

the sound surprisingly gentle. She moves her hands forward until they’re

press against the underside of mine, and the warm orb of light transfers between us. As she

"Oh!"

the heat it emits is something beyond a surface-level temperature. It tingles,

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