Richard gestured vaguely towards a nearby metal crate. With a soft hum, it hovered into the air, then drifted silently to land behind him, as if guided by an unseen hand. Nicolau's eyes tracked its movement, his jaw dropping slightly. He can control objects? With his mind? Just like the old stories of the shamans, but real! The thought screamed in his head.
Richard's voice echoed directly in Nicolau's head, clear as if he'd spoken aloud, a playful lilt to the mental tone. I can talk with minds too, Mr. Nicolau. Not just move objects. Richard smiled, a knowing, almost mischievous glint in his eye, a hint of ancient power simmering beneath the surface.
