Kaito felt a strange disturbance in his mind, a flicker of instability where there should have been absolute control. His fingers curled into a fist as a faint sense of dread crept up his spine.
"Huh? Is the psychic connection getting weaker?" he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Moments ago, he had reached out with his mind, issuing a direct order. There should have been no hesitation, no need for confirmation. And yet—
Zis, Eva, and Amaya walked toward him, their expressions laced with confusion.
"Did you call us?" Zis asked, her gaze searching his face.
Kaito’s eyes darkened. This wasn’t right.
"When I gave you the order, you should have followed it immediately. Why are you here instead of doing what I commanded?" His voice was sharp, demanding.
The three hesitated. "We… didn’t hear any order," Amaya admitted.
Kaito's breath slowed. His control over them—something that should have been absolute—was slipping.
His power was weakening.