Wanda stopped dead in her tracks when the sound of the wailing child hit her ears. It was the familiar cry of a little girl. "Eira?" She whispered as she whipped her head in every direction, trying to find the source of the crying. "Eira?" She repeated, louder and more desperate. She was certain it was her daughter's voice she was hearing, but no matter how much she looked, she couldn't find her.
"Where is she?" She screamed at Luthor, the inability to locate her obviously suffering child increasing her rage. She rushed towards him with the intention to physically assault him. There were so many things she could do to him with her abilities but not a single one came to her mind. She was too crazed to focus. "Can't you see she needs me? Take me to her, you bastard!"