I could still sense the battle outside even though my consciousness had been pulled into this strange place. The connection between my mind and my physical body had not disappeared completely, and through that faint link, I could feel Lyrate fighting the old God.
The old God was furious.
White flames repeatedly erupted around him, each attack carrying a terrifying amount of Origin that caused the surrounding space to distort and collapse. Lyrate met every attack head-on, her crimson sword cutting through the flames while enormous black roots erupted around her, twisting together to form barriers whenever she needed to defend herself.
I could feel the impact of every collision through our connection.
The thought brought a strange warmth to my mind, but I could not afford to be distracted. Whatever was happening inside my body was far more important than the battle outside, and I could feel my Generator Core continuing its transformation with every passing moment.
