Albert's office was eerily quiet. The only sound was Justin's rhythmic pacing, his frustration evident in every step. Meanwhile, Albert stood by the window, gazing out at the sprawling city below.
"Chakra, huh?" Albert finally broke the silence. "We've never seen a weapon like that before—not even Max or Julian."
"You're worried about the weapon?" Justin scoffed. "He's controlling it with his fingers, Father. He doesn't even need to move—it's like telekinesis!"
Albert remained thoughtful. "I doubt it's telekinesis. Have you seen him control anything besides his own weapon? Did he even attempt to control Mark's sword?"
Justin hesitated before shaking his head. "No, he didn't. It was just his chakra."
"Exactly." Albert turned to face his son.
Justin exhaled sharply, trying to mask his unease. "So there are limits to that freak?"
Albert smiled. "Of course. No one is invincible, no matter how strong they are. And that's why I've allowed him to get closer to Steve."
