Directly beneath Cassandra stood The Thing, who had appeared at some point without her noticing. His face twisted viciously as he raised his hand, his fist rapidly swelling in size, ready to smash into her as she fell.
Cassandra, you've always looked down on me, on Reed, and on Human Torch.
The Thing looked up at the sky, his thoughts seething with hatred. Today, I'll show you that no one has the right to look down on me. I, The Thing, am the best.
To avoid being petrified again, Cassandra closed her eyes and sensed him with her Telekinesis. But she had not given up resisting. Her Telekinesis swiftly searched for Space Nodes below.
The Fantastic Three were not the only ones who could improve. Cassandra could too, and Andrew had once taught her personally. As a result, she had mastered several Rule Abilities. One of them involved sensing Space Nodes with Telekinesis to achieve spatial Teleportation.
Soon, Cassandra was about to land. The Thing swung his fist with a vicious expression, ready to blast her apart. Just then, Cassandra suddenly vanished.
A moment later, Cassandra appeared behind The Thing and thrust her palm straight into his head. His vision blurred, and he found himself at home.
The Thing shook his head, sensing that something was wrong. Just then, he caught sight of himself in a mirror. For some reason, he suddenly began to cry.
Why was The Thing crying? Because the man in the mirror was who he had been before becoming a monster.
No one had ever cared how desperately The Thing wanted his old appearance back.
People only cared about how cool Human Torch was, how smart Dr. Reed was, how beautiful Susan was, and how tough The Thing was. It never occurred to them that The