"Shut up!" Sol screamed, ignoring the frantic warning bells ringing in his physical body.
The distance closed rapidly. One hundred feet. Fifty feet.
In the mental mindscape, Sol made a suicidal gamble. Now or never! He abruptly, violently dropped his glowing silver domain. He abandoned all defense. The protective barrier that had been keeping the Queen's suffocating darkness at bay vanished in an instant, leaving his spiritual projection completely exposed in the obsidian desert.
To the Queen, it looked like capitulation. It looked like the fragile, alien mind of the biped had finally snapped under the crushing weight of her Sovereign will.
MINE, her tectonic voice roared in absolute triumph. The multi-headed leviathan lunged, a tidal wave of psychic malice crashing down to consume his unprotected consciousness.
