"Power is not measured by who roars the loudest, but by who remains calm when the world shakes."
The aftermath of Elias's breathtaking display of power left the corridor smelling of burnt ozone and immense, stabilizing authority. Rell Vorn, the physically compromised Beta, was a shuddering heap on the floor, restrained but alive. The danger was contained, the immediate threat to the Anchor neutralized by the Anchor himself. I secured Rell with specialized Beta-grade restraints, my movements quick and efficient despite my aching muscles. I was a strategist, not a street fighter, and my body was registering the full force of Rell's aggressive rejection. Niko stood guard, maintaining a psychic lock on Rell to prevent the Genesis Mage's command from reasserting control.
"He needs to be fully quarantined, Niko. Nowhere near Gavriel," I commanded, pulling Rell to his feet.
