053 THE PSYCHIC ENERGY IS EVERYWHERE
"There's no need to be anxious," Lord Nicaesa said suddenly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Your growth is extraordinary, but not impossible—especially when you carry the genes of the twin superheroes of Fortress Myrone."
"So, it's because of my genes?" Dan asked.
Deep down, he felt a wave of relief." Perfect," he thought. "That's the best possible explanation. No one will ever question my rapid progress if they know my lineage."
"Yes," Nicaesa said. "Your genetics determine much of your ta developnt, but external factors matter too—training, dicine, environnt. With proper support, you could one day inherit your parents' legacy and beco the new protector of Myrone."
Dan looked thoughtful. "Uncle Nicaesa, is that why you called
here? Just to tell
about my parents?"
Nicaesa chuckled softly. "That... and to extend an invitation. I'd like you to join our fortress defense force. We have the best resources here—everything you'd need to rise through the ranks. Perhaps even reach Rank S one day. I'm getting old, Dan. Myrone will need soone to defend it in the future."
Dan smiled faintly. "You're still young, Uncle. It's too early to talk about retirent."
Nicaesa laughed. "Perhaps. You should finish your education first—experience life as much as you can. Then, when you're ready, Myrone will always be a ho for you."
Dan nodded.
Then Nicaesa gestured toward a nearby tray. On it lay a neatly packed, dark-hued suit of armor.
"What's this?" Dan asked.
"This," Nicaesa said, lifting it carefully, "is a special body armor reserved for our elite operatives. I'm giving it to you—for your protection. It might save your life one day."
Dan's eyes widened. "This is... a Rank C body armor?"
He recognized the markings imdiately.
"Would I really need this kind of protection?" he asked cautiously.
Nicaesa's expression turned grave. "If we know you're Black and Violet's heir, others with darker motives might know too. This is just a precaution."
Dan nodded slowly, accepting the armor. The body armor Zairgid had given him was destroyed in the caverns—this would be a perfect replacent.
And it was Rank C.
"There's one more thing," Lord Nicaesa said, his tone shifting.
Dan looked up. "What is it, Uncle Nicaesa?"
"We've completed your body scan. You show no signs of psychic ability... yet there's a powerful psychic force around you. Perhaps even emanating from you. I can't quite explain it." Nicaesa's eyes narrowed slightly. "Do you know why that might be?"
"Damn it," Dan thought, his pulse quickening. "Is he going to ntion the phone?"
He forced a casual shrug. "Erm... I don't know. Maybe so residual energy from training?..."
Nicaesa stroked his beard thoughtfully. "It's possible you have dormant psychic potential. Or perhaps it's sothing inherited. Your mother—Violet—was one of the strongest psychic users in her ti."
"My mother... was a psychic?" Dan asked, genuinely surprised.
"Yes," Nicaesa said. "Psychic energy is still largely a mystery to us. Even now, no one truly understands its limits. It's possible she left sothing behind—a psychic imprint, a charm of sorts—to protect you when you're in danger."
Dan nodded slowly, hiding the spark of relief that lit up inside him.
"That's perfect," he thought.
"If anyone senses psychic activity around
again, I can just bla it on her legacy. A perfect cover for using the phone."
Then he asked, "About my mother being a psychic… aren't psychics banned…how did she beco a Superhero?"
Lord Nicaesa smiled before replying, "It's a long story. Before she married your father, she was a mber of the Alliance of Evolution."
Dan was shocked. "My mother is a rebel?"
"That was before…
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