The Lord of the Mind sighed, watching the current cream of the crop of the Court’s Kineticists in training display their abilities.
The power to use kinesis was wasted on humanity. They always equated the power to just being able to throw larger rocks with little effort.
She missed her human days, when the Kinetic Art had begun to flourish in humanity. When they were still discovering the various ways to implement their craft, which didn’t rely on elemental energy unlike the Elementalist Art, they were feared by the Courts. Their Art was potent, and as had been shown by the young humans of Earth-2 who had started displaying the Art, they could’ve rivalled even the Godbeasts.
But as was humanity’s usual weakness, Time had diluted the power, leaving just herself and probably a few others bearing the old blood of the original Art and knowing the full extent that a Kineticist could properly unleash when threatened.
The Court’s had quickly divided the Art into various sub-arts, causing tension between the various Kineticists due to the differences of the teachings they required. The new Art was bloated and dying, but until something happened that would purge the majority of the current Kineticists from the human gene pool, she and her fellow Court Members were forced to rely on these arrogant punks. And she didn’t have it in her to perform such a callous act, atleast on such a scale as was required. Her duties as a Lord often required her to do systematic genocide, and she only did so when she had no other choice.
And as if on cue, Narck, the self styled ‘numero uno’ of the groups popular group, sealed both his fate, and her belief about her old Art.
“Yo, Lady, what do you think about our little party favors?” Narck indicated to the rubble that was once a City deemed unfit for colonisation. The clearing of the city had come as an unexpected yet welcome surprise, yet it had also shown her how out of touch she and the other Court members were with the current teachings of the Kinetic Art.
In her heydays of humanity, her and her fellow Kineticists could fight a Court Member to a standstill using nothing but the dust in the air, could cause atomic detonations in cities being ravaged by the Hunger to stop it in its tracks.
If they needed to, they could have disassembled the entire city back into their base materials for future use.
These punks had merely thrown half of a nearby hillside to destroy a few buildings, and then proceeded from there to create a debris landslide, turning the old and broken city into a scene straight out of one of those post apocalyptic novels she had enjoyed in her teens.
This power was wasted on them.
“What do I think?” The Lord of the Mind asked quietly, moving in Narck’s direction.
She began forming her first potential attack, condensing the resulting dust in the area into a small yet dangerous pellet. As she had seen, subtlety wasn’t in their vocabulary.
“It was a poorly thought out plan that an Elementalist would know should only be considered as a final resort.” She added icily, her words biting deep into Narck’s arrogant facade.
But he quickly recovered, his face full of what he thought was well earned arrogance.
“But we destroyed the city, wasn’t that the idea of the test?”
Her temper snapped, and she launched the pellet at his left cheek. Not enough to disfigure the fool, but enough to hopefully knock some sense into him.
However, before the much needed catharsis of putting the smug child in his place could be achieved, a small voice spoke up.
“No.” The Lord of the Mind stopped the pellet an inch from Narck’s face, already having formed into a stylised hand.
The voice belonged to Rinku, the supposedly ‘weakest link’ of the class. But now that the Lord of the Mind was aware of her–