Neurolink—he named the spell.
Those with weak minds are always easy prey for someone like him.
You can't build mental strength by meditating or reading books. It comes from experience, from what life throws at you—mostly the hard, painful parts.
And Mia… she hadn't gone through much of that.
Neurolink works through slow, steady mental probing. Once it takes hold, he becomes part of the target's mind. Reading their moves then is as simple as flipping through a book.
He looked down at the girl on the ground, holding her right hand.
He let out a quiet sigh. There was no mockery in his voice as he said, "You fought well, Mia. You saved your best moves for the end, made me think you had nothing left. That was clever."
Mia sniffled. "Thanks…" Her meek, shy side returned now that she'd calmed.
William stepped closer, holding out his hand. "Come on, get up."
Mia lifted her eyes slowly and reached for his hand—
DOOOOM
A boy slammed into the wall right beside her.
