Chapter 79

Chapter 79

Myra takes a deep breath, her heart racing, as she watches Allistar playfully warp another steel spoon into an abstract sculpture. She can't help but feel a mix of awe and frustration at her one-year-old's impressive abilities. She reaches out, trying to take the spoon from Allistar's small hands, but she simply giggles and grabs another utensil, ready to bend it as well.

"Allistar, please stop doing that," Myra pleads, her tone filled with both concern and exasperation. But her words fall on deaf ears as Allistar continues to manipulate the spoon effortlessly. It's as if the hard, sturdy steel was as malleable as soft plastic. Myra sighs heavily and sinks into the couch, contemplating the implications of her son's extraordinary powers.

She knew Allistar would inherit some of her father's unique abilities, but she never expected them to manifest at such a young age. It both fascinated and worried her, knowing that humans weren't generally receptive to these extraordinary gi