The Legacy of the Fallen [11][Edited]

Since the moment I harnessed ether and awakened my quirk—

Ice.

I'd been having this feeling.

This strange, inexplicable feeling.

I can't put it into words, but it's as though there's a something inside me.

A power I just can't fit into words.

It's there.

But I can't grasp it.

It's not my bloodline; I don't know how I know that—I just do.

It's something else. But what?

"Hah," I sighed deeply, opening my eyes once more, staring at the horror before me.

I was screwed.

Royally screwed.

I didn't even know where to focus my attacks—the monster was everywhere.

I was exactly where it wanted me to be.

I regarded the mass of flesh lunging for me. My sword struck true, but at that moment, my instincts screamed. Another sword manifested in my left hand, and I launched into the air. Spinning mid-flight, I slashed at the grotesque hands reaching for me from every direction.

BAM!