The dimly lit chamber resonated with a faint hum of energy. Adams and Velasquez sat in silence, their gazes locked onto the orb floating before them. The glowing sphere pulsated as it displayed the image of the children from Martist Boys and Girls School. Victory, Helen, Adah, and Obi moved about their day, unaware of the eyes watching their every step.
“They’re stronger than we anticipated,” Velasquez said, his voice calm but tinged with curiosity.
“Stronger, yes, but still unpolished. Their abilities are raw, like uncut diamonds,” Adams replied, leaning forward to examine the orb more closely.
As they observed, a sharp, melodic laugh echoed through the chamber. The sound was both cozy and unsettling, carrying a chilling undertone.
“Gentlemen,” a voice said, its tone laced with amusement. “Please, the children you so eagerly monitor are a property of SHE.”