Bea slipped through the spatial crack formed from the Empty Throne Effect like water seeping through a narrow gap under a door.
One moment, she was a microscopic presence next to Kain. The next, she was gone—vanished from perception and sliding into the mental space of the Manticore-Demon hybrid.
Even Kain could barely sense her. She was on her own.
The fused mental space inside was filled with oppressive heat and pressure. The air reeked of sulfur.
The ground beneath her—if it could even be called ground—was a jagged, shifting landscape of obsidian shards and smouldering rock, that, while not physical, she could sense would be incredibly damaging to a mental creature like her.
And echoing throughout the cavernous space were two loud, unsynchronized heartbeats. Each beat was strong, but they clashed. Like territorial drummers of different genres trying to overpower each other.
