Creation: The Path of a God (Updated Edition)

Chapter 5 - Part 12 (Book 1 - Fantasy World)

Helania's words were like a soothing balm to his turbulent subconscious. The words filled with love reached his heart and mind the more her full bosoms pressed against his arm, and her heated breath and sultry words made his ears turn slightly red.

As the image of energy surging through his hands felt similar to the muscles throughout his body, Han knew it only existed in his mind. But even if the energy felt more personal and connected to him than when he created Helania and his other creations or the Stronghold, Han didn't fully understand how such power was activated when he had made no intentional thoughts behind them. It was why Helania's words helped to pull him back to the present and assisted him in guiding the uncontrolled energy.

Regardless of his intentions, the growing fear began to soak into the surrounding air as more students became aware of what he had done. Some had wide eyes and trembled like mice in front of a tiger.

"Breathe, Master."

Listening to Helania's words, Han tried to take a slow, deep breath. He imagined a tranquil ocean surging and rolling about, hoping to pull existence into its watery depths like mermaids dragging wretched sailors into the chilling darkness. While his actions from the outside would lead those nearby to believe the power was uncontrollable, deep down, he couldn't help but feel that the situation wasn't beyond something he could manage. A part of him discerned as if something was waiting for him to do something and take dominion.

With his single and simple thought, the ocean in his mind began to calm as if nothing had ever happened. The change was practically instant, though something inside of him couldn't help but feel his power possibly going out of control without his continual conscious thought, keeping some kind of barrier in place to hold back the immense and indescribable force that constantly pressed against it and would tear asunder any fortifications that weakened even for a moment.

Han's chest slowly rose and fell, his forehead clammy from the sweat.

Helania leaned forward and rested her forehead on her Master's head. "Wonderfully done, Master. Welcome back, My Love." The last words were softly whispered so only he could hear them.

While Han couldn't help but ponder on what happened and why things had taken such a drastic turn when there were no issues beforehand, a part of him couldn't help but imagine a connection between his ability to see whatever was in the air and aura that surrounded many of the students. He wanted to try and understand the origin of his powers that surged without warning; his mind felt weary and exhausted. The kind of feeling that would exist even after a whole night's sleep.

"I did not even use that much power," Han nuzzled his head against Helania, not caring about his mental state and desiring a moment of peace.

Parts of Valessandria's hair slowly lowered back down after being raised slightly as the arcs of electricity dissipated into the air. A shuddering breath flowed out from between her teeth, having moments ago been clenched tightly as her eyes were glued to the figure in front of her. The pupils in her eyes trembled like a leaf desperately holding on during a hurricane. She looked down, her eyes widening slightly upon seeing how her hands trembled even after the danger had passed.

"Thank the gods," Valessandria prayed.

Many of the students nearby simply stood. The air had an aftertaste of dread and panic, though a flavor of confusion began to creep in as people were drawn away from their trance-like state.

One of the students raised a finger to point at Han before another student standing next to her desperately clutched the hand before the mistake of drawing attention towards them could be made.

Han surveyed the faces of the students. He saw the fright and mixed emotions displayed, fully understanding the harm that he had committed, though not caring as much as he thought he would. He took a slow breath, not desiring to make a hasty decision as he observed those who watched him.