They clear the plaza and raise a sterile white isolation chamber from the plasteel floor around the platform. Medics move Aria inside, and I follow.
I kneel beside her bed with my hands above hers, afraid that touching her will hurt her again. Medics crowd around us, trading numbers and orders. None of them offers a cure.
"I can save her. My psychic energy can reinforce her cellular structure. It can hold her together."
My power needs a compatible nexus and a willing mind to anchor it. The extractor purged hers. I reach for the power anyway because three hours is all the scanner gave us.
I close my eyes and draw on the power that conquered worlds, the same power her body once absorbed for me. White energy floods from my hands into her body.
The energy vanishes on contact. Her missing
