At this realization, Roland's heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand.
Even though his knowledge of the Heartstealer race stemmed mostly from scattered encounters and books, he knew the full weight of the words "Main Brain."
It was the absolute core of Heartstealer society, a terrifying aggregate formed from the convergence and sublimation of countless individual consciousnesses—the ultimate source of their Power, wisdom, and cold Order.
Individual Heartstealers were dangerous enough, but a Main Brain...
It was practically the stuff of myths and nightmares, one of the most profound taboos in the depths of the Dark Nether Realm.
And now, he had just used his Spiritual Energy like a tendril of his soul to rashly barge into the fringes of this domain of consciousness—a realm ruled by the Main Brain and belonging to the entire Heartstealer race.
If he were detected, if he were "marked," the consequences would be unimaginable.
