While waiting for the hunting groups to return, Merek busied himself. He reattached the heads of his two remaining Vulture undead—easy work, but he took his time and began testing the limits of his Telekinesis.
His current range stretched to around three hundred meters. Anything within that could be lifted or moved, though the strain increased the farther it got. Near the edge of his range, manipulating objects felt like trying to shift boulders with a whisper. He could lift a lot—he'd once tested it in the cafeteria and managed to raise two industrial freezers at once. But the strain hit immediately, like an iron clamp on his skull. He hadn't dared try again.
