Aria
She felt the edges of the interference, learning its frequency, treating it like a puzzle rather than a wall.
Her power flickered again, unstable and frustratingly distant, but it was still hers. It was altered, yes, but it was not gone.
"You made a mistake," she murmured, her lips pressing into a thin, determined line.
"No," the voice insisted, though it sounded less certain than before. "The dosage was calculated to ensure total compliance."
Aria tilted her head slightly, a small, cold smile touching the corners of her mouth. "You think this is enough. You think I am my power. You forgot that I was a wolf long before I was a light."
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