'You don't get to leave yet.'
The message carried no words, yet its meaning was unmistakable.
This was wrong. This was not how will clashes worked. This was not how reality functioned. He was supposed to dominate, to crush, to erase. Instead, he was shrinking, diminishing, being reduced.
"No… stop…!" Zorvak raged, unleashing one final, uncontrolled explosion of will.
It achieved nothing.
Bruce's will swallowed it whole.
The last remnants of Zorvak's arrogance vanished with it, stripped away and replaced by something raw and unfamiliar, fear. His consciousness thinned as fragments of his will peeled away and disappeared into Bruce's expanding presence. His authority faltered. His sense of self wavered as he realized he was losing something far more fundamental than strength or mana.
He was losing himself.
"This can't be happening…" Zorvak whispered internally, despair seeping through the gaps where pride once stood.
Bruce's will closed in.
