Village Head's Debauchery

Gorg activated his gift, and his hand pulsed a soft light, causing the Vylkr vine to squirm and small follicles to form on it.

Before Orion could understand what was happening, Gorg abruptly deactivated his gift and collapsed backwards.

Orion immediately stretched out his hand and caught him before properly positioning him to lie on the bed.

"What was that?" Orion asked, his expression serious. He could discern that what he had just witnessed was not a trick but real.

"It's as you've seen. Somehow, I think I can control fabrics and plant fibres they are made from. Though I don't know its limits yet, considering how weak I am currently. However, I believe I can unlock more of my gift's potential as I advance and become a Two-star warrior. Then, I will become a much stronger warrior for the Village," Gorg smiled, though he breathed heavily from exhausting himself by using his gift.

Orion furrowed his brows as he processed Gorg's words. From what he knew, Gorg's gift allowed him to exert control over existing fabrics with a mere thought, enabling him to reshape, mend, or disassemble them as he wished.

Gorg's gift was already powerful; he could take control of enemies' attire depending on what they wore, rendering them helpless before they could understand what was happening.

Considering that their gift is amplified the moment they create more Vylkr containers and advance to the next stage, and according to what Gorg had told him, it wasn't hard for Orion to understand that the extent of Gorg's gift might also grant him the ability to exert control over both organic and inorganic fibres.

Nonetheless, he exhaled inwardly, understanding that Gorg wouldn't be able to properly tap into that side of his gift even if he became a two-star warrior. Instead, his range and the amount of fabrics he could control would increase significantly, just like his. Only when Gorg became a three-star warrior, he guessed, would he adequately gain access to it.

"From what I've just seen, I also believe that you have the chance to become one of the strongest warriors in the Village. However, I don't think you should have too much hope about tapping into that side of your gift when you become a two-star warrior. Instead, be prepared to do so when you advance one more and become a three-star warrior," Orion said, focusing his attention on Gorg.

Witnessing Gorg's disappointed expression, Orion added, "I'm not saying this to demotivate you. However, considering how dangerous your gift is, I think you should take things slowly rather than trying what you did a few moments ago."

Gorg shook his head in response, "You don't have to explain. I know that you wouldn't say something like that without a reason, so I'm willing to listen to whatever you say," he responded.

Orion sighed in relief. He had been worried that Gorg would act recklessly out on his own due to being excited about the progress of his own gift, but it seemed he had been concerned for nought.

"You will be at the festival, right?" Gorg asked curiously.

He knew that Orion had been busy trying to solve the mystery of what had attacked them and also handling the caravans that had arrived this time around with their entire race, so he took the opportunity to confirm that Orion would be present at the festival.

Orion nodded in response, "I'll be there at the festival," he responded.

The Village Chief would appoint him as the next Village Chief during the festival, so there was no reason for him to miss it.

"Okay, I'll see you at the festival then," Gorg responded, smiling with a nod.

Orion nodded, "I'll catch you later," he replied, reciprocating with a smile of his own. He exited the room, closing the door behind him before going to Tala's room, which was adjacent to Gorg's.

He knocked briefly before pulling the door open and stepping inside.

Once he entered, he found Tala sitting on her bed, leisurely snacking on a piece of fruit and sipping fruit juice.

Tala turned her attention to Orion, a smile lighting up her face. "You came," she said warmly. "Honestly, I thought you wouldn't make it today because of the several things you had to do."

"I had to make time to check up on you and Gorg before attending to other issues. As for yesterday, my hands were full, so there was no way I could have made it," Orion responded.

Tala chuckled lightly. "Don't worry, I heard about what happened yesterday from my father. Besides, I had a feeling you would visit us today, and thankfully, you came," she replied.

"How are you feeling?" Orion asked, approaching the bed.

"I'm feeling much better. But even though I'm ready to leave anytime, the healers plan on keeping us here for a few more days. Of course, I understand, but being cooped up here for two days straight is tiresome," Tala responded, exhaling wearily.

Orion nodded. "Here, you can have some of this too," he said, offering her slices of Vylkr vines.

Tala eagerly accepted the Vylkr vines, devouring them piece by piece and relishing them as the Vylkr energy surged through her body. "Thank you," she said appreciatively.

"You're welcome," Orion replied, handing her a few more one-

star Vylkr vines from his sack before deciding it was time to leave.

"Since you're both feeling better, I'll leave you to enjoy your rest," Orion added. But just as he was about to turn and head for the door, a firm grip caught his wrist, accompanied by Tala's firm voice, "Wait!" Tala held his gaze as he turned to face her.

Before he could say anything, she spoke again, "Orion, what do you think of me?" she asked, her eyes locked onto his.

Orion raised a brow. "Why are you asking such a questio--" he started, but before he could finish his sentence, Tala interrupted him again.

"Just answer the question. Tell me what you think about me?"