Chapter Seventy Three: Black Mist...

A few days passed since Gwen had her wings. Since that day, she had been having problems lying on her back, and when she moved her wings she still felt a strange sensation run down her body.

“Don’t worry.” Tyron had said comfortingly. “As time goes on, you will get used to it. It’s all about moving the muscle of your wings, like one would move an arm.”

She still felt uncomfortable carrying out that action, but it had became easier for her.

That day, Marc had decided to teach her how to use her powers. They were all in his office, watching while he looked for a book he claimed could help her.

“I can always help you know.” Tyron said. “I am from that realm after all.”

They all turned to look at him. “How are you sure your method would work?” Sheryl asked. “I do understand that though your powers might be similar, they are also very different.” Pointing to Gwen, she continued. “Gwen here got her powers thanks to the goddess of the dark realm. The Goddess of the dark realm brought her so