A massive thundercloud floated above Central City, capturing the attention of many. But they quickly realized the chaotic superpower particles swirling inside—this was some Peculiar's doing!
Beneath the storm, Lyra faced countless lightning strikes that charred the ground around her. Many Levs and buses rushed to a halt, colliding and causing a series of accidents.
The patrol sergeant clenched his teeth in frustration. 'How can these military madmen create chaos in my area?'
"First, handle the accidents and evacuate the crowd!"
Lyra sprinted down the street, psychokinesis swirling around her. Schedar moved in her hands like it had a life of its own, blocking the lightning strikes coming from all directions.
Each hit felt like a hammer on her head; the gap between level six and level eight was way too vast.
Before long, she sensed her psychokinesis faltering, her body growing weary from the overload.
