At the edge of the Consciousness Space, the vibration frequency of the Silver Pocket Watch has reached a heart-stopping level.
Ron can clearly feel a malevolent seed silently taking root at the deepest part of his spiritual defenses.
The sensation is like countless tiny tendrils spreading and growing within his Memory and Thought Circuit.
Each pulse brings a strange pleasure, as if it's telling him:
"Give up your resistance; this feeling is wonderful, isn't it?"
Sarlin's projection still maintains that demonic smile, as if admiring an artwork nearing completion.
"Do not resist, observer from the future."
Her voice is as sweet as honey, but the toxicity within makes people shiver:
"Pain is only temporary. Soon, you will grasp the true freedom we seek."
The tendrils of the seed begin to reach Ron's core Memory region, attempting to establish a permanent anchor there.
He can sense the subtle shifts occurring in his cognition of certain things.
