Roselia hurled a firestorm into their path, the flames reshaping into the form of a winged phoenix that incinerated several before dispersing into sparks. Roman moved between the gaps, blades flashing like mirrored lightning, fending off two Reavers at once while taunting a third.
Suddenly, a roar louder than thought itself.
The Sovereign's massive eye turned directly toward Leon. Every rune across the reef pulsed, and then—
[Abyssal Sovereign has initiated: Mental Invasion Field]
Individual Targets: All. Defense Roll: Tier IV required.
Time seemed to stop.
They found themselves floating in a void—not the ocean, but mindspace.
Dark water suspended them like thoughts in a dreaming god's mind. Each party member was isolated. The Sovereign's voice, neither male nor female, echoed like a lullaby whispered by a thousand drowned souls.
"Let go. Drown with me. You were never meant to resist."
Leon clenched his fist. "No."
