The Power Specialist, a woman draped in silver robes with eyes that seemed to see straight through Elise, stood silently after the scan. A glimmer of concern crossed her face before she sighed and leaned back in her chair. “Elise,” she began, fingers steepled beneath her chin, “the reason your power keeps surging… is because your body is overflowing with energy. It's not unstable—it’s too strong.” Elise blinked. “Too strong?” The woman nodded slowly. “You’ve been using only fragments of your ability. Your instincts are good, yes—but your control is poor because the energy is bottling up inside you. It’s trying to find a release.” “I thought…” Elise’s voice faltered. “I thought my ability was simple. I touch something—or someone—and it explodes, or burns, or breaks. I thought that was a

