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he replied, his voice filled with sincerity.
“Thank you. I did some mind control stuff earlier… oh God, I am going crazy!” she laughed, grabbing her head with both hands.
Marcus's eyes widened. “Mind control?”
“Yeah, like….” She sighed, fixing her gaze on the flower pot.
With a deep breath, Zyra focused on the flower pot, willing it to rise. To Marcus's astonishment, the pot began to lift slowly into the air, hovering steadily. Her eyes glinted with concentration and a hint of amazement as she controlled its movements.
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