1 week ago.
Xi Ping's head throbbed as she sat hunched in the dimly lit room, the week of torment she had endured weighing heavily on her body.
Wei Long had taken every opportunity to make her suffer—late meals that were barely enough to keep her alive, frequent slaps when she dared to speak, and taunts meant to crush her spirit.
She played the role of a broken captive perfectly, masking her fury behind a veil of submission.
But something was wrong.
For days, she had tried to summon her powers in secret, only to find that neither her teleportation nor super speed would respond.
Worse, her super strength—the hidden trump card she had relied on as her ace—was also suppressed.
The realization had shaken her, but she knew better than to let Wei Long see her panic.
Whatever was affecting her abilities had to be linked to the base, though she couldn't yet piece together how.
Today, however, something has changed.
