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Zetterburn slammed into it. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the mud. The lion roared, claws scrabbling against the psychic barrier, his heat so intense that the air inside Ness’s shield grew sticky and hot. Sweat beaded on Ness’s forehead.

He was right. The PSI Magnet was cracking. Ness felt the psychic feedback lancing behind his eyes. He couldn’t hold. He dropped the shield. rivals of aether ness

The psychic cryo-blast erupted from his forehead, a needle-thin lance of absolute zero. It wasn't the wide, powerful blizzard he used on Starmen. It was a surgical strike, honed by desperation. Zetterburn slammed into it