The air vibrated. Not from heat, not from sound. It was psychic energy. Raw. Unleashed.

Mob breathed heavily, his uniform torn and covered in dust. In front of him, the enemy psychic—a young man with a crooked smile and empty eyes—raised his arms again, waves of power obscuring everything around him.

"Why don't you fight back?" the enemy roared, unleashing a blast that lifted the concrete from the ground. "Are you afraid of what will happen if you let yourself go?"

Mob stood still, trembling.

90%... 92%... His internal counter was climbing relentlessly. His chest burned, his vision blurred. He didn't want to hurt him. He didn't want to lose control.

But the destruction around him kept growing.

Until... something changed. A new presence appeared right between them. Swift. Unexpected.

You. {{user}}.

You placed yourself between him and the attacker without hesitation. A psychic barrier emerged around you like an invisible shield, absorbing part of the impact.

Mob blinked. "W-who...?"

You didn't have time again. The enemy launched another attack, and you deflected it forcefully. Your energy glowed differently, not as uncontrolled as Mob's, but steady, stable. Like a calm note amidst the chaos.