Jenny moved to the next patient in the large hall, packed with one stretcher next to the other. All of them had survived their initial treatment. Her personal theory that she hadn’t shared with the master yet was that they survived the old treatment regimens because they weren’t powerful. They were powerful enough compared to regular people who could light up a room or communicate in a limited fashion mind to mind. Regular people could use power that was external to themselves. Healers could use more of it, powerful in their own way, but the power was still external to themselves.
She sat on the edge of Brian’s cot, her hands lightly touching his forehead, assessing his progress.
Then there were the poor souls like this man. The power wasn’t just around him. It wasn’t just a matter of st
