Alpha Atlas
Concentrated and pure, focused on one specific thing, the woman invading my mind.
Where using Fire gave me the sensation of standing near an open flame, Spirit was much more subtle. I was still inexperienced using Spirit, but my anger and determination seemed to be very suitable motivators.
I swore I could hear the blast in my mind, could hear it echoing among the endless stacks and shelves of books. I ground my teeth together as the strange power pulsed through me, and my eyes involuntarily snapped open. I wanted to see her face when I flung her from my mind, and I hoped beyond anything that my blast would leave a mark.
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