Typhoon Sea Rift III

Roselia hurled a firestorm into their path, the flames reshaping into the form of a winged phoenix that incinerated several before dispersing into sparks. Roman moved between the gaps, blades flashing like mirrored lightning, fending off two Reavers at once while taunting a third.

Suddenly, a roar louder than thought itself.

The Sovereign's massive eye turned directly toward Leon. Every rune across the reef pulsed, and then—

[Abyssal Sovereign has initiated: Mental Invasion Field]

Individual Targets: All. Defense Roll: Tier IV required.

Time seemed to stop.

They found themselves floating in a void—not the ocean, but mindspace.

Dark water suspended them like thoughts in a dreaming god's mind. Each party member was isolated. The Sovereign's voice, neither male nor female, echoed like a lullaby whispered by a thousand drowned souls.

"Let go. Drown with me. You were never meant to resist."

Leon clenched his fist. "No."