In the midst of Raydon's efforts to make sense of what was taking place, he was once more confronted by the pressure that he had experienced earlier. It was as though a tumultuous wave had washed over him. And at that precise moment, the words that appeared to originate from the deepest parts of his being started going through his mind in a loop like a tape player.
'Submit. '
'Submit. '
'Submit. '
'This thing really pisses me off. ' Raydon gave a contorted expression as he took another disgusted look at the broken gate.
"It's not even here, and yet it can create such pressure just with the aura it left behind through a closed gate. How powerful is this thing really? '' Zephyr clenched his teeth as he spoke.
He, too, kept hearing the word "submit" in his head, and he was exerting all of his willpower to resist the urge to comply with it.
