Marcel's heart thumped louder and louder beneath his ribcage.
His breathing was ragged as he tried to stabilize himself.
"What is this?" He asked, quickly shutting up.
Beads of sweat dropped from his head to the ground, like he was doing a difficult task.
This was Mira's skill, Override.
It forced the target's unconscious behaviors to need conscious thought before they could continue.
This meant that as Marcel was, he was constantly willing his own heart to beat, his blood to flow, and his organs to work.
If he shifted focus for even a second, his body was going to implode.
Mira stepped closer calmly.
Her own body was also pale, a side effect of using Override.
Her body had to bear the full mental load.
Although she was not going to die from organ failure, just the burden of carrying the target's thought was enough to make her head ache.
This was the reason she only used it as a last resort.
Marcel looked at her.
He noticed the fatigue etched in her face.
