Nothing left to resist. The Labyrinth's will was gone...
That was when Zhorvak moved.
The will that had remained still until now descended upon Bruce with full force.
This was different.
This was no collective consciousness. This was a Sovereign will, multiple times stronger than the Labyrinth's, denser, heavier, carrying an authority that bent existence itself.
CRACK!
Bruce took it head-on.
His will buckled, just for a moment. Pressure crashed down on him from all directions, crushing, tearing, overwhelming. For the first time since the clash began, Bruce felt true strain. He knew, another second or two, and he would be completely crushed.
He sighed. 'In a way… this counts as damage, right?'
This was Plan B.
Heal.
He wouldn't have come here without confidence.
And curiosity.
At the perfect moment, he willed it.
'Heal.'
[You've healed.]
[You've gained immunity to Zhorvak's will.]
The shift was instant.
Zhorvak felt it.
