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“Arabella, the trick is to grasp the force of nature in your subconscious and mould it into reality,” Orga advised.

Arabella nodded and took a deep breath before attempting to manifest her fourth aura power for the umpteenth time. She outstretched her arms, bringing them together and cupping her hands.

She closed her eyes, trying to connect with the forces of nature around her and harvest their energy. She needed to gather enough energy to manifest the fourth aura power, represented by the colour blue.

Arabella had successfully used three of the seven powers, the Red Beam, Orange Beam, and Yellow Beam. However, bringing forth the fourth Blue Beam was a challenge. Luckily, Orga was training with her in the Phoenix cave and was guiding and correcting all her mistakes, albeit annoyingly.

But she didn’t relent. She wanted to gain all the power with the hope of defeating the incoming evil as well as San…

Arabella shook her head, brushing his name out of her head away.

A flicker of blue light appeared in Arabella’s subconscious as she shut her eyes. She immediately identified it as the force of nature and drew closer to it to connect and form the aura. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she shut her eyes tighter, letting out a small groan while struggling and straining to reach for the flicker.

Eventually, she could grasp the force of nature and connect with it. A proud smile lifted the corner of her lips as she was happy that she was finally able to grasp the nature force for the fourth aura.

“Yes!” She silently exclaimed in her subconsciousness.

Arabella used the nature force she had absorbed to mould the Blue Aura in her palms. With excitement and heavy breathing, she opened her eyes, hoping to see the mighty beam she had formed. However, her smile faded when she looked down at her cupped palms and saw only a tiny formation of blue light as small as a pebble.

She narrowed her eyes at what she had created. It was a small sparkle of the aura power, much smaller than the size of an aura beam.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Heaving an exasperated sigh, she watched as the low-standard aura’s power diminished on its own due to not having enough natural energy to run on.

Arabella swung around to face Orga with a grimace on her face. “I thought I finally got it right!”

Orga, who had been leaning against a wall in the back, crossed his arms and watched as Arabella tried to bring forth the beam. He walked towards her as she spoke. “Well, I commend you on creating a beam this time. In the last five attempts, you weren’t even able to connect with a natural force. But connecting to a nature force isn’t enough to create a mighty beam. You sourced only a flicker, which isn’t tangible enough to give you the desired results.” He stopped in front of her and resumed folding his arms over his chest. His wings folded as well.

“So, what am I doing wrong then?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all. All you have to do is focus harder on the realm. Disconnect from reality and connect with nature; heighten your sixth sense,” he replied, and Arabella nodded, shaking off the disappointment and hardening her expression with resolve.

“Just know that it gets harder with each beam. The red beam was the easiest, and you got it on the first try. It certainly won’t be that easy to get the blue beam. And getting the violet beam would be even harder as it’s the faintest aura,” he added, and she nodded again, a small appreciative smile on her lips.

“Thank you, I’ll keep trying!”

Blaze stepped forward to Arabella and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, smiling softly at her. “I think you did great,” he said and then drew her closer to himself in a hug.

She smiled against his chest and wrapped her arms around him. “You think so? Thank you.”

Peeking at him through her lashes, Blaze nodded and added, “You can thank me properly while we are indoors,” he smirked before winking.

Arabella flushed, smacking his chest playfully. She opened her mouth to speak, but Orga interrupted her.

“I think we should get back to training now. The enemy is drawing nearer, and you need to be ready to confront all that they throw at you.” He said.

“Oh, I’m not scared at all,” Arabella boasted. She was more confident than before, and she definitely was not scared of facing off against Sandro if he was her ultimate enemy. “Blaze is with me, and with him on my side, nothing is impossible. We will fight together, and he will protect me.”

Blaze drew Arabella in for another hug, his chin resting on her head as he towered above her. “I’ll always protect you and won’t let any harm come your way, okay?” His assurance widened her smile as she nodded and then giggled, feeling her cheeks heat up.

As they withdrew from each other, Blaze kissed her forehead gently before they returned to their previous position-she standing closely at his side and his hand wrapped around her upper arm.

“Wolf boy,” Orga sniggered. “I doubt you’ll last long enough to see that. That is if you don’t die on the first trial…”

Arabella tuned out his voice. Blaze’s foretold death was another thing she had stopped herself from thinking about, but Orga reminded her each day. She wondered if he had a particular hate for Blaze and wanted to see him gone.

Even though he had said it was because of her safety, she didn’t think it was only that.

“I’m still here,” Blaze’s voice cut through Arabella’s death. “If I am to die…”

Arabella gripped his halting what he was about to say, “Don’t.” She scowled and turned to Orga.

“You should prepare yourself to see more of Blaze because he’s going to be alive for a long, long time. And I’m sorry to disappoint you; whatever hate you have for him won’t kill him.” Arabella said.

Orga chuckled. “Is that what you think, my Lady?”

“It’s not just what I think; it’s what I know. Whatever centuries-long history there may be between the Phoenix and werewolves doesn’t involve Blaze in any way,” she retorted with gruffness in her tone. “He is innocent and did nothing wrong!”

Arabella still didn’t feel satisfied despite her outburst. She found their apathy towards Blaze annoying, even though he wasn’t like the other werewolves. They had to know that despite their hate and disdain, she loved Blaze unconditionally, and they couldn’t change anything about that.

“In fact, Blaze is my mate, and I am going to marry him. So you all are going to be seeing him around more often,” Arabella added, turning to face Blaze and taking his hands into hers.

She saw the surprise written in his eyes as his mouth dropped agape at her declaration; he hadn’t expected it, and his bewilderment was amusing. It made her giggle. “I love you, Blaze.”

“I love you too, Arabella. We’ve never spoken about marriage before, so I was a bit surprised. But just know that I’m excited to get married to you. In fact, I’m glad you mentioned it because I’ve been meaning to discuss it with you for a long time,” Blaze replied, clutching her hand tightly. He looked into her eyes, observing their happy glint as he looked at her with eyes that twinkled in admiration.

“I never said anything against Blaze. I’m only trying to warn you so you won’t get too attached to him. But I think it’s a bit too late for that,” Orga spoke, his hoarse and smoky voice taking Blaze and Arabella out of the world of their own they had entered.

Arabella’s affectionate smile quirked into a displeased frown as she turned to face Orga, her hands still in Blaze’s. “Can you stop being so bitter about this? It’s none of your business. You’re just here to train me.”

“That’s true. It’s none of my business, but I want to tell you the truth in case you don’t know. Blaze will be dead even sooner than you expected, and you’ll be more than hurt,” Orga said.

Arabella’s hands left Blaze’s hold as she balled them at his side in annoyance.

“I said it’s none of your business,” Arabella repeated, gritting her teeth.

Orga shrugged, raising his hands in surrender. “Of course, it really isn’t. There’s no need to advise someone who’s blind in love.” With that, he turned around and left the cave.

As soon as he left, Arabella grunted in frustration. “Ugh! I feel like pulling his head off. He’s so annoying! I hate the way he disrespects you.” She pulled her hands together as if she was strangling Orga.

Blaze chuckled as Arabella’s gesture amused him. He stepped closer to her and cupped her face with his hands, making her look up at him. “I’m not angry at all. Don’t work yourself up. Just let him be and concentrate on the task at hand, not what he’s saying.” He gave a small smile, taking a strand of hair away from her face. “He’s just trying to distract you. I’m not going to die. I’ll be here for you, Arabella. We’ll get married and fulfil all our dreams together.”

Arabella’s arms went around Blaze’s shoulders, and she tilted her head to the side, smiling with affection and her cheeks tainted with a blush. “We will. I believe in us, and I believe in you. You’ll be victorious. I love you.”

Blaze replied, “I love you too,” and leaned in to kiss Arabella. She closed her eyes, welcoming the warmth of his lips, and kissed him back. He wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer to him.

As Arabella flowed in the passion of the kiss, a vision interrupted her suddenly. She was in a dark cell, looking around to determine her location. Suddenly, she saw Sandro. She flinched and let out a surprised yelp before running away, but she soon realised there was no need, for it was just a vision. She was witnessing a revelation. Sandro was in shackles, but then he was rescued by twelve pairs of hands that freed him from his chains. Now released, a devilish smirk slid across his lips. “I’m coming for you, Arabella,” he declared.

Gasping, she was snapped out of the vision, and she pulled out of the kiss. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?” Blaze asked, his hands settling on her shoulders as he tried to calm her down.

Trembling, she shook her head, her panicking eyes finding his. “Sandro is coming.”