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... that some Nephilim were captured and brainwashed. Sam was lost for words. He stared at the floating screen, the recording paused on Thor's image as she descended from the sky.

One look was enough for him to know that she was going to be quite the challenge to deal with. The question is would they be able to free her from the enemy's control or was she a lost cause?

"And I thought the Nephilim were immune to mental attacks…"

In addition to their brains being made of nonbio ...

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