Pietro's eyes instantly widened. He turned toward Wanda, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure:
"Wanda! I'm your big brother! You can't treat me like this!"
Wanda slowly lowered her head, and a gentle thread of Mind Stone Power quietly spread out, enveloping Pietro.
"Sorry, big brother, but I can't let you disobey Boss's orders. Mom said we all have to listen to him."
Seeing this, Pietro let out a long, helpless sigh and shook his head irritably:
"Fine, fine, I won't go. But these guys are way too weak. They're a complete disgrace to Vought!"
Before his words had faded, a silver flash streaked past, and Pietro vanished from the spot.
Wanda abruptly raised her head, her eyes filled with anxiety.
She clearly sensed that Pietro was already racing toward the battlefield at full speed. Over the sea, a blindingly fast afterimage sent up wave after wave of spray.
She instinctively stirred her Mind Stone Power, intending to forcibly stop him, but withdrew it a moment later.
She knew the flaw in Pietro's ability all too well. If psychic power forcibly controlled him while he was running at high speed, losing his balance could easily send him careening into the sea and injure him.
After much hesitation, she finally abandoned the attempt to stop him. Instead, she extended a thread of Mind Stone Power toward the distant island battlefield, hoping to ease some of the mental agony of those being suppressed.
On the battlefield, the White Queen, who had been calmly controlling the situation, suddenly sensed an unfamiliar thread of Mind Stone Power intervening. She raised an eyebrow slightly, a trace of surprise stirring within her.
But a moment later, she realized that this power was immature and weak, far inferior even to Charles's psychic ability. It could not