Millions of glowing, invisible threads connected her massive form to the horizon…. the literal, collective consciousness of her entire hive, feeding her their boundless rage, their endless hunger, and their absolute, fanatical devotion.
A voice that wasn't a voice, but a crushing, tectonic pressure, echoed in the very center of Sol's projected mind.
Fodder!
A wave of psychic force slammed into Sol's projection, hitting with the kinetic impact of a speeding train, instantly dropping him to his knees in the mental obsidian dust.
In the physical world, the backlash was immediate and violent. Blood instantly erupted from Sol's nose, dripping down his chin and splashing heavily onto his melted leather armor.
