Was this an alien invasion? A supernatural terrorist attack? Or even retaliation by the Marauders and the Snake organization? These thoughts flashed through the intelligence director's mind. Whatever the case, it was unquestionably a major incident.
However, when he saw how calm his niece looked, Director Finn immediately lost all sense of tension.
If it had been anyone else, he would have immediately mobilized every available force and turned the whole area upside down, searching for every clue to what had happened. But with his niece—whose intellect bordered on the inhuman—right there on the scene, he couldn't think of anything else he could do.
He considered it for a moment, then asked with interest, "Does Selena Mao's singing have the power of a Word Spirit?"
Her uncle seemed to be making conversation for its own sake, but Yani answered patiently:
"I tested her. It took the most sensitive inspiration detector to pick up even the tiniest hint of anything. Heh, no wonder she hadn't awakened at her age. Her resonance efficiency with psychic energy barely put her on the threshold of being sensitive. Of course, sensitive people aren't uncommon, but those who can naturally sense Word Spirits and even release them... are still very rare."
"Yes, very rare," Director Finn replied, his eyes shifting as he turned over some thought.
"Don't even think about it. She's a good kid, an artist with a lot of heart. Don't go trying to recruit her as an intelligence bureau informant." Yani gave him a cold smile.
Finn, however, was thinking further ahead. "Yani, the power of a Word Spirit depends on will and determination, but those aren't constant. They depend on the person's state of mind at the time. What was she feeling when she sang that song? Was that simply how she