The first attempt threw his focus backward! It was exactly as Damodred had promised and worse, a nuclear tempest of pure conceptual force going off inside his own being as his Causes slammed together too hard, at broken angles, the raw energy of the collisions finding nowhere clean to discharge as his whole existence shuddered under the strain as though it might tear apart!
He gritted his teeth, refusing to flinch, his eyes blazing with cerulean-crimson light as he spoke the mantra again!
"I AM OSMONT. I AM QUINTESSENTIAL. I AM HUMAN. I AM THE PROTAGONIST!"
HUUM!
The second attempt was better! The third better still! And somewhere in the reciting, as his Ananke Intent discovered how to align the reactive faces of one Cause directly into another, the chaotic detonations stabilized!
It became a rhythm.
A glorious, magisterial rhythm!
