"Take her away!" Mei shouted toward Daisy, her gaze snapping to where Wanda still stood. "Get her out of here!"
"Y...Yes!!"
"Come on, Wanda! We have to run!" Joel said desperately, grasping his granddaughter's arm and trying to pull her toward safety.
But Wanda refused to move. Her feet remained planted, her expression calm despite the chaos erupting around her.
She looked at Joel with something that might have been sadness or resignation. "I'm sorry, Grandpa," she said quietly.
Then she removed his hand from her arm and began walking forward, directly toward Gaspar.
"Wanda, what are you doing?!" Daisy shouted in horror, rushing forward to grab Wanda's arm and physically restrain her from this suicidal approach.
The moment Daisy's hand made contact with Wanda's skin, she felt a sudden sharp shock run through her palm and up her arm. She flinched violently and yanked her hand back, seeing red sparks crackling around Wanda's exposed skin, some kind of defensive energy discharge.
