<"IT'S USELESS! PROJECT_PROMETHEUS'S ATTACKS ARE NOT WORKING! THE WATCHER IS A FORTRESS!">
The commentator's voice echoed through the arena as Adrian was hurled backward, the shockwave of his own Resonant Fist rattling his bones.
He corrected his flight with a burst of thrusters, hovering in the air, his eyes locked on the colossal eye.
Seeing its opponent stagger, The Watcher reacted with a terrifying speed. The veins on the sickly yellow sclera bulged, pulsing with a deep, blood-red light.
The pupil constricted to a pinprick, gathering a vortex of chaotic psionic energy that made the very air scream.
<"LOOK AT THAT ENERGY SPIKE! THE WATCHER ISN'T PLAYING GAMES ANYMORE! HE'S GOING FOR THE KILL!">
A beam of concentrated, crimson psionic force erupted from the eye. It was wider, faster, and infinitely more potent than the first wave. It wasn't just a mental attack; it was a physical lance of telekinetic pressure designed to crush both mind and matter.
