Dark. Endless. Weightless.
Lucen opened his eyes into a void of nothing but gnashing mouths. Hundreds, thousands, all opening and closing in silence, their teeth scraping against each other like grinding stone. The Tyrant was no longer a creature, it was everywhere. A chorus of hunger, a universe of fire shaped into hunger's face.
[Hijack Contest: Final Phase.]
[Opposition: Tyrant Core.]
[Method: Overwhelm Will.]
[Warning: Success = Assimilation. Failure = Consumption.]
Lucen snorted, spitting blood that glowed faint blue as it evaporated. "You bastards really love your warnings."
The mouths opened wider, stretching into eternity. Voices layered over each other, breaking in tone, some deep as oceans, others shrill enough to peel skin.
You are not anchor. You are morsel.
Lucen flexed his hands. Sparks licked off his fingertips, both white lightning and black abyss flame curling together, snarling as if even his mana wanted to argue with itself.
