Bab 59: Fall

Arthur's world twisted into chaos, his thoughts snarled in a web of foreign whispers that scraped at the edges of his mind like nails on brittle stone. The psychic assault was relentless, each pulse from Elyra driving deeper into his consciousness, warping his sense of reality. Fractured images—visions of flame, ruin, and shadows—flickered behind his eyes, distorting his perception of the battlefield. The jagged spires around him shifted and writhed, as though they too were alive, closing in to suffocate him.

His Aura of Dread flared instinctively, a pulse of primal terror rippling out from his massive frame, forcing the oppressive weight to falter for a fleeting moment. But it wasn't enough. Elyra was relentless, her presence invasive and sharp, a predator's talons raking through his mind.