The Mother didn't kill them quickly. She touched each one gently, almost lovingly, and they simply stopped. Stopped moving, stopped breathing, stopped existing. Their bodies collapsed like puppets with cut strings.

"You're not my children," the Mother said softly, her voice sad. "You're just humans. Playing with powers you don't understand. Building your prison over mine. Feeding me your energy while trying to steal mine."

She moved through walls like they didn't exist. Concrete, steel, ...