She repeated her question, puffing blue clouds of mist with every breath. Logan pointed at the wall he remembered seeing open. Marie walked to it, palms flat in front of her and leaned against the concrete surface. Wall in front of her started to evaporate, crumble under her touch.
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Wow! What an image. And what an imagination, Ara! This fic seems to be more and more about the world of Destroyers, Hunters, Humans, and Mutants. The socio-politics is taking over.