"...Scram."
The single word carried no physical weight, yet it struck Malakor's consciousness like a physical blow.
Before he could even gather his power, the pitch-black void fractured. An overwhelming pressure slammed into his spiritual form, bypassing his defenses entirely. He had no time to resist, no room to maneuver, and no chance to retreat on his own terms. The entity simply purged his presence from the domain, throwing him out instantly.
His awareness was ripped backward through the void. The sudden ejection was agonizing, compressing his very essence as he was hurled toward the exit of the soul space. The mental shield he had easily bypassed moments before now offered no cushion, offering only a harsh barrier as his consciousness was flung through it in reverse.
BOOM!
The impact completely severed the link, instantly cutting off the terrifying pressure of the purple eyes.
"!"
