Cohen, knowing better than to question Lyra's methods, shrugged and asked, "Alright, so what's your plan for handling five hundred of them?"
Lyra turned, her gaze steely as she scanned the crowd. Her eyes locked onto Shane, and he felt an unexpected chill slice through him.
Around him, the others sensed it too. A few even began edging back toward the ship, their instincts screaming at them to escape.
But before they could move, an overwhelming surge of psychokinetic energy washed over them. In that instant, each felt the eerie realization—they had been marked.
The power wasn't just strong; it was invasive, as if Lyra had left an invisible tag on every single one of them.
Even Cohen stood, momentarily stunned.
'Five hundred people at once?' he marveled. 'Just how powerful is she?'
