Mihila called to the retreating boy. "Stop right there." Soverick stopped and turned to her.
"I can tell that you do not agree with us and you still plan to run away. Isn't that so?" Soverick continued to look at her. His silence was enough of an answer on its own.
Mihila smiled at him. "You must think you are tough. Most people think that before they go through actual pain. Then they change their mind." She waved her hand and created a thin sturdy stick for blunt damage out of her psychic energy. It is a trick that transcendent use against those below them. The liberation of the mind will allow for the solidification of soul power when it reacts with the world. She waved the stick around.
