The psychic clash was a silent, invisible explosion that rattled the very foundations of the city. The players on the walls felt it as a sudden wave of nausea and dread. The sky above the spire seemed to shimmer and distort.
In the mental space, Nox and the Psy-Slayer were not just two consciousnesses; they were two universes colliding.
The Psy-Slayer's mind was a perfect, cold, logical lattice. A billion voices speaking as one, a chorus of pure, consumptive hunger. It was the mind of a predator that had devoured a thousand worlds. It saw Nox not as a person, but as a statistical anomaly, an inefficient variable to be catalogued and erased.
