The moment the green mist fused into his consciousness, Louis's actions paused for an instant.
It wasn't because of pain, but due to an extremely jarring sensory mutation.
It was an acrid sensation so intense that it made his teeth ache, suddenly exploding in the depths of his mind like countless invisible needles, probing madly.
Probing every subtle crevice of his soul, seeking any possible loose interface.
Meanwhile, whispers began to emerge, endlessly overlapping and replaying.
"What gives you the right... that should be mine..."
"You just got lucky..."
"You're merely a chosen vessel..."
"Pull him down..."
"Let him taste the feeling of rotting in the mud..."
Amidst this noise, the sea of consciousness itself began to change.
The jade green toxic fog, like wildly growing thorns, spread from the void.
They did not rush directly towards the platinum primordial heart in the center of the sea of consciousness but instead bypassed it.
