Hans stepped back when Michael's eyes suddenly burned bright blue. The light was so intense that he instinctively moved away from the bed, watching in surprise as the glow lingered for a moment before slowly fading. Michael's eyes returned to normal, but Hans remained cautious as he approached him again."Michael?" He called, leaning closer to the bed. "Are you alright?" Michael's eyes shifted toward him. He studied the unfamiliar face for a few seconds, then frowned. "Who the hell are you?" Before Hans could answer, Michael tried to sit up. His body barely responded, and the movement sent a wave of pain through him. Hans immediately stepped forward and gently but firmly pressed him back against the bed. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Michael groaned weakly. His breathing was shallow, and even keeping his eyes open seemed to require effort. "Why not?" He asked, struggling to understand why he couldn't move as he wanted. Hans sighed, trying to find a way to explain the situa

Michael looked at Jonathan in confusion. "Home to the family totems? Are you saying the totems came from here?" "Exactly what I mean." Jonathan pointed toward an area covered by tall palm trees. "There's a cave over there. It's not very deep, but the entrance is massive, so you won't miss it. That's where the totems were discovered." "You want me to go there?" Michael asked, looking in the direction Jonathan had pointed. "You want to get your abilities back, don't you? That cave is filled with pure energy in its natural form, left behind by the totems a long time ago. It should be able to awaken something within you and help your body reconnect with the abilities you've lost." Michael blinked. He flexed his regenerated right hand, opening and closing his fingers before looking back at Jonathan. If there was a chance of getting his abilities back, he wasn't going to waste it. "Alright. I'll do it." "Good. Now come along. You'll need your strength, so get some rest for now." Jonat

Michael drew back his fist and threw a punch. Jonathan shifted his head slightly, allowing the blow to pass beside his face. Michael quickly followed with another strike, hoping to catch him before he could move again, but Jonathan stepped aside with barely any effort. Michael's fist cut through empty air, and he stumbled forward, unable to stop his own momentum. He tried to recover by lowering his body and sweeping Jonathan's feet. The old man smiled. "Wrong move." Jonathan lifted his leg over the sweep and brought his heel down against Michael's shoulder. The impact forced Michael onto one knee. Before he could stand, Jonathan caught the back of his shirt and tossed him away from the entrance. Michael hit the ground hard and rolled onto his side, pain spread across his back. He pushed himself up, refusing to give up after a single exchange. He knew Jonathan was holding back, yet that only made the situation more frustrating. Michael couldn't even touch him, let alone land the

After a while of sparring, Michael was finally able to exhaust every bit of crimson energy in his system. Despite achieving that, however, his own blue energy was nowhere to be found. He had managed to draw out the energy he absorbed from Mira, but the power that had always belonged to him remained inaccessible. He sprawled out in the open clearing and stared at the sky, breathing heavily. His body was recovering from the injuries he had sustained during the sparring session, but his frustration remained. He had expected to feel some improvement after exhausting the crimson energy, yet nothing had changed. After a few minutes, he sat up and looked at his hands. "I don't get it. I can feel the energy inside me, but it just won't come out in the amount that I need." Jonathan leaned against a nearby palm tree and sighed. He had been watching Michael closely throughout their training, and something about the situation had begun to bother him. "There's only one explanation for such an

Snow City. Blackwood Mansion. Adrian was in his study with Lawrence when Barry stepped inside. The moment they saw his expression, both men knew he had something important to say. "Gerald called. He said Mira's planning something, and we need to stop it." The atmosphere in the room changed immediately. Adrian sat up straight, waiting for further explanation. Lawrence let out a sigh and brushed his hair back. "Without Michael, what can we possibly do?" He knew they couldn't afford to underestimate Mira, especially now that she controlled the Scofield family. Adrian leaned back in his chair, his expression turning serious. He looked at Barry, "Did he give you any additional details?" "He's putting together everything he knows and will send it over. Isaac has been informed, and he's working on something too. They want to know if we're in." Barry leaned against the wall in the corner. "I don't know about you two, but my mind is made up. Whatever Mira's planning, I'm not going to ma