"I-I'll make sure… your will… comes to pass…"
The moment the words left his mouth, something shifted.
Zorvak heard him. The killing intent within Zorvak faltered.
Zorvak inhaled sharply, then exhaled slowly, dragging control back over himself with visible effort. His aura retracted inward in jagged waves, the suffocating pressure easing just enough for the dungeon world to breathe again.
Vexor collapsed forward onto one hand, gasping violently, lungs burning as he dragged in air like a drowning man hauled back to the surface. His entire body shook, but he was alive.
Barely.
"I've lost my will," Zorvak said quietly now, his voice cold and stripped of chaos. "To an inhabitant of an SSS world."
A soft laugh escaped him. There was no humor in it.
"I performed even worse than my brother."
Vexor stiffened but remained silent.
"You were right," Zorvak continued. "This world is definitely not normal. We underestimated it."
