The Might's Engine roared within Rael, rapidly revving and summoning a chorus of demonic howls.
One note alone alarmed Sister Sophia, yet she could not tell what she feared in a boy no older than six.
Countless magnetic streaks shot from Rael and latched onto every piece of orbiting junk under her command.
Sister Sophia finally understood the warning in her gut.
I can no longer control the junkyard's mess. He stole my dominion.
"ARGHHHHH!" Rael screamed like a creature in agony.
This child cannot endure so much power for long. My poison is in his veins. He will kill himself first.
That hope kept Sister Sophia steady.
She unleashed a barrage of black branches and tentacles that flooded toward Rael like a tsunami.
Rael's magnetic strands came alive and barred the assault.
Each strand sliced cleaner than a master-forged katana.
Severed branches and tentacles fell around him in rivers of crimson.
Rael raised a hand and bent his fingers into a claw.
