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The man sat shivering with fear in the middle of the room, his eyes roaming wildly around him, as though unsure from which direction the next blow would come. Grime streaked his face, and his thinning hair was plastered across his scalp, dripping with sweat. His shoulders shook, the muscles jumping and twitching against the bonds that held his hands firmly behind him.
Wilt stared silently at the man from his seat in the front row, trying to keep his mind clear of even the slightest pity, clear of any thought at all, while Delco attempted to break into this victim’s mind.
Delco stepped in front of the man, who flinched as if expecting a slap across his face. Delco leaned in closer, locking eyes, and brought his will onto him.
Wilt felt the crackle of energy as Delco forced himself in
