"Enough," I said, my voice carrying the weight of authority.
She froze, her body still tense with the desire to fight. I could see the conflict in her eyes, the battle between her pride and the reality of her situation. "You're strong, Liora," I said, my tone softening slightly. "But this fight is over."
"To hell with you!" she snarled, her muscles straining against the invisible hold. "You think this is over? I'll kill you, I swear it!"
"Focus on surviving first," I replied calmly. "You're wasting energy."
Her eyes narrowed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She thrashed against the psychokinetic hold, cursing and struggling with every ounce of strength she had left. But it was futile. She was trapped, and she knew it.
"You're a fool," she spat, her voice trembling with rage. "You have no idea who you're dealing with."
I smiled, a cold, calculated gesture. "Oh, I know exactly who I'm dealing with. That's why you're still alive."
