1151 rging Powers (3)
Amber had many options when it ca to choosing her powers, but sothing about healing always felt right for her and her personality. Erik wasn't sure what to suggest to her, though. If Amber chose the power of Rejuvenating Touch, it would give her new strengths. She could heal herself and others, helping her friends and teammates get out of tough situations and more. This ability would be a big change from her current situation, one that would complent well with her need to avoid useless death.
Mur, and before that, the Law Gate.
Erik hadn't realized, taken as he was by his own thoughts, but he walked a good distance. "Master!"
Erik didn't notice the clone watching him with a puzzled expression since his attention was lost sowhere else. In truth, the surrounding area buzzed with activity; clones sward every which way, clearing out the wreckage left by the battle that took place on the island.
They were all strong enough to handle the cleanup without heavy equipnt, though it would've saved them a lot of ti if they had. Instead, they were stuck lifting everything by hand, piece by piece. The rubble wasn't even the worst part—they could handle rocks and broken structures on their shoulders. But the earth and sand? That was another story entirely, one resembling a nightmare, more than a chore.
To get through that, the clones had to form a sort of human wave. They dug, hands clawing at the ground like dogs. Earth and sand flew behind them, landing in heaps for the next row of Chimaeric Demons to do the sa, and then the next row. They worked their way down until finally they broke through to the sandy beach. It was a grueling process, a relentless push, but they got the job done.
As unconventional as it was, it was pretty effective. But the cleanup wasn't the only thing happening around Erik. The Blackguards, being a military organization, had a lot more things the Chimaeric Demons had to manage. They'd brought weapons and armor of every sort, along with supplies, water, and other essentials. The whole setup was built to support a smaller force, but now, with so many people, or better clones, Maynard Island was practically bursting at the seams. To keep things under control, the clones had taken over the existing buildings as makeshift storage areas, stashing the gear and supplies there and storing even the one they brought here from Sleb Harbor and the new batches of supplies coming from Frant. They pitched the tents already on the island to set up camp, avoiding the need for anything more elaborate. Erik was too busy to plan out proper accommodations and had built nothing himself.
Not yet, anyway, but it was for sure on his list.
The only reason things were moving so quickly was because of the sheer number of clones. But with that many hands at work, the camp was noisy: shouted orders, the hum and crackle of brain crystal powers in use, and the clatter of gear and supplies being hauled or dropped. Even with all the surrounding chaos, Erik heard nothing, to the point that he almost reached his own private tent without realizing.
Well, private might've been a stretch—it was also where the three won were staying, and Erik didn't want them to sleep on the ground, so he actually built sothing for them.
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