I approached the column, the glow revealing my face. I sensed somebody spun around, and saw a figure walking toward me. Who are you? I sent out. The eningle (the thread connecting to my thought-message and me) was destroyed before I could blink. There was only one person I knew that was that skillful with their mind. I sighed, and scolded him. Really Luthon, you scared me out of my mind! It’s not my fault you forgot you weren’t the only person on this mission. He answered. Uh-huh. “Said” Mit. It’s definitely not his fault that you forgot. Luthon, you should stop making people forget things. It wasted some of your energy that we might need. What if next time you try to do something like that, as a trick, it’s something that is major, and it
