Erik and Hank, standing nearby, also paled abruptly, both holding their breath, not daring to make the slightest sound.
Both knew full well that if Raven could truly replicate Solomon's abilities, it would be a terrifying power that overturned everything, with consequences no one could predict.
In the deathly silence, Raven's thoughts surged. Unable to suppress the impulse within her, she unconsciously stepped forward, her fingertips trembling slightly, about to grasp Solomon's outstretched hand.
At that critical instant, Erik's eyes flickered several times as he weighed the pros and cons. He abruptly interrupted, speaking earnestly:
"Boss, you must be joking. Raven is utterly loyal to you, and utterly loyal to Vought. How could she covet your power?"
Those words sent a violent shudder through Raven. Her mind instantly cleared, the utter frenzy in her eyes extinguished completely, replaced by a bone-deep chill and lingering fear.
Cold sweat instantly soaked her back.
Thank goodness Erik had spoken up in time to bring her to her senses!
The desire to become stronger had completely clouded her judgment just now, and she had nearly made a catastrophic mistake.
There was a distinction between sovereign and subject, an order between superior and subordinate.
For a mere soldier under someone's command to possess power identical to that of the ruling emperor-what an overstepping of bounds, what a fatal mistake!
All that awaited her would be her superior's suspicion, wariness, and even merciless elimination.
Two tigers could not share one mountain, unless one was male and the other female.
My relationship with the boss is only that of subordinate and superior, nowhere near meeting that male-and-female condition.
Copying the boss's abilities could indeed make me stronger, but it might not be a good thing. Instead, it could get me killed sooner.
Once she understood what was