The psychic blast slammed against the reinforced walls of the loading bay, sending shockwaves through the concrete foundation and blowing out the halogen bulbs overhead.
In the sudden gloom, the only illumination came from the violent crimson and amber lightning dancing across the possessed archer's ribcage.
The young commander did not flinch as the shockwave washed over him, his feet anchored to the floor plates by pure spatial mass.
His right dagger remained pinned against the seam of the pulsating parasite, his silver mana humming in exact resonance with the alien biological frequency.
"Mortal worm!" the God of Chains roared through the archer's twisted mouth, the sound vibrating with the fury of a dying star.
"This vessel belongs to the Eternal Pantheon!"
"You cannot sever what was signed in blood and sealed by cosmic law!"
"Yield now or watch his heart turn to molten ash before your eyes!"
