Chapter 453: The Taste of Betrayal

Unaware of the battle of wills above, Bea continued refining her newfound control.

The battlefield had become her laboratory.

Her splits adapted, her influence deepened, and with each abyssal turned, she received invaluable feedback—tangible proof that her methods were improving. The process was still slow, each conversion requiring careful manipulation, but the efficiency was increasing. The more abyssals she controlled, the easier it became.

It was a delicate balance. Push too hard, and the abyssal would resist or collapse, its mind shattering under the strain. But if she adjusted just right, subtly weaving her influence through the abyssal energy to change the target of their blind allegiance from what she gathered from their memories was called the "Great Mother"… then they would turn. And they would fight.

At least for now. She had no plans of trying to keep and raise a group of abyssals.