"Why did you ask?" Matt said, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"What is she, strong like fifty people?" I replied, crossing my arms.
"That's impossible, brother. Even if she is, she'd remember everything—everything." Matt gestured wildly, his frustration evident.
"What if her power came from the dead?" I proposed, my voice barely above a whisper.
"What does that even mean?" he asked, surprised, his eyes darting to Luke, who stood nearby with a puzzled expression.
"What do you mean?" Luke chimed in, leaning forward.
"I'm saying, what if her strength is tied to something beyond this world?" I clarified, feeling the weight of the conversation shift.
"It's impossible. This is black magic," Matt interjected, shaking his head in disbelief.
"How do you know?" I shot back, my patience wearing thin. "You've read about it, sure, but have you ever seen it?"
