ATMT (9)

The Empire's plan had been flawless, a terror attack executed with precision. They weren't about to let it fail without causing significant damage.

The moment the swirling sandstorm approached the worm hole, it was sucked in instantly.

The four students, inches from being pulled into the void, hung in the balance.

Moments earlier, the Alliance members had dared to hope—but now their faces were stricken with horror.

Lyra's eyes narrowed, a cold determination hardening in her gaze.

She reached deep within, fiercely manipulating the superpower particles in the air, bending the enemy's own ability to her will. It felt like the energy was bursting from her very soul.

A radiant green light shot through the chaotic sandstorm, forming layers of shields just centimeters from the students, creating a barrier between them and the worm hole.