"Are you really fine?" Emma asked in a hushed voice, adjusting the little girl in her arms as the four of them walked toward the final island in silence.
William let out a slow breath and nodded. "Yeah… I'm good. Just not used to people defying my telekinesis this often." Before coming here, he had fought that Golem—another creature capable of resisting his mental grip.
Defying telekinesis meant he couldn't command their body, lift them, or throw them using his powers. That only happened against beings with either an incredibly strong will or an absurd amount of negative energy. And in both cases, his opponents released enough Nyx to wash away his hold—something that left him deeply unsettled.
"It's okay, William. Don't think about that. Tell me how you feel right now. I know you barely rested back in the Haven, and you fought that true devil for the longest."
