Psyche floated down slowly, her glowing pink cape fluttering in the gentle breeze that had just returned to the city. She stared at Adonis with wide, curious eyes.
As a powerful telepath, she was used to hearing the loud, chaotic thoughts of everyone around her. But when she looked at the man in the black tunic, she heard absolutely nothing. His mind was a perfectly sealed fortress.
"I cannot read you," Psyche whispered in awe. "It is like looking at a completely bottomless ocean."
"It is better that you do not try, Psyche," Adonis replied kindly. "My mind holds memories of a very old, very dark universe. If you touch those memories, the sheer weight of them might break your spirit. Please, just trust that I am here to help."
Tremor crossed his massive granite arms. He looked from the shattered asphalt to the strange sword resting on Adonis's shoulder.
