End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army novel Chapter 367

End Tools, Surviving with My Beastly Army

Chapter 367 On a Mission

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Given their status a Tyrant Base, the siblings were rationed one small bottle of cloudy water per day.

And here was Robin with an enormous bucket of crystal–clear water sitting in the middle of her room. Both of them licked their cracked lips without thinking

Robin noticed and caught herself mid–warning. “That’s just tap water. You shouldn’t drink it straight, you’ll get a stomachache…”

She trailed off as the realization hit her. She looked up. Sure enough, both siblings were staring at her like she’d grown a second head.

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Tap water would give them a stomachache?

That was a pre–apocalypse concern. They’d both choked down water a thousand times filthier than this. A sip of unboiled tap wasn’t going to hurt anyone.

“Ahem.” Robin waved it off and pulled two bottles of mineral water from storage, handing one to each of them. “Here. Drink these.”

The siblings‘ eyes practically glowed. In that moment, they were more certain than ever that following Robin had been the right call.

They took the bottles with trembling hands, but even after cracking them open, they only allowed themselves a few small, careful sips. Water was too precious to gulp. They couldn’t bring themselves to waste it, no matter how thirsty they were.

Robin noticed but said nothing. She simply gestured toward the bucket. “Whenever you’re ready, come over here. Let’s find out what your ability actually is.”

“Okay…” Theobold gave a nervous nod and approached the bucket. He stared down at the clear water, then sucked in a deep, steadying breath.

And plunged his head straight in.

Willow’s fists clenched at her sides. She watched without blinking.

Thirty seconds passed. A minute. A minute and a half.

Expressions shifted around the room. The corner of Robin’s mouth curved slowly upward.

Three minutes. Five minutes.

Theobold showed no sign of coming up for air. Willow started pacing around the bucket, unable to stand still.

“Don’t let him come up yet,” Robin said. “I want to see where his limit is.”

The minutes ticked by. More than half an hour passed, and Theobold stayed exactly as he was, face submerged, motionless. A dull tightness was finally building in his chest. But Robin’s words echoed in his

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head. His limit…

He gritted his teeth. It wasn’t just Robin who wanted to know. He wanted to know too. He’d never imagined he might actually have an ability. Now that he’d stumbled onto one by accident, he was going to push it as far as it would go.

Robin’s eyes narrowed. She reached out and shoved his sleeve up his arm.

Beneath the fabric, the broad patches of dry, scaly skin had begun to glow. A faint, luminous blue.

Willow gasped. “What… what’s happening?”

The blue light seemed to carry its own strange energy. Under its influence, the scales that had looked so rough and ugly were transforming, shifting shape in real time, silently, steadily.

“Get his shirt off,” Robin said.

Willow didn’t hesitate. With Theobold’s head still in the water, she was the only one who could do it.

The moment she pulled the fabric up, the full picture hit her. His entire back was covered in blue–tinted scales.

But these were nothing like before. They were beautiful. Arranged in neat, symmetrical rows down his spine, they caught the light with an iridescent sheen, sleek and luminous, almost otherworldly.

“Oh my God…” Willow pressed both hands over her mouth.

Robin judged it was enough. “Come on up.”

Water exploded outward as Theobold lifted his head. Everyone in the room froze.

“Theo… your ears.” Willow’s voice was barely above a whisper.

Theobold reached up instinctively. His fingers found something unfamiliar. At some point while he’d been submerged, his ears had reshaped themselves into something longer, tapered, almost elfin.

Within seconds of leaving the water, they began reverting to normal. Theobold looked down at his arms and his eyes went wide. The scales had receded dramatically.

“Willow, I think I really do have an ability. I actually have one!”

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