With the Nexus secure, I folded my arms and glanced at the ice demon perched on my shoulder. "Now then, Borealis. What's the next—"
I staggered, clutching at my head, as a torrent of sensation flooded my mind. The thick, oily taint of infernal souls seeped through the Nexus, a thousand times worse than linking with Fyren. But it wasn't just the chaos of their souls or the coarseness of their mana, but their very essence and thoughts.
My consciousness swam as the demon's senses bled into my own. Hundreds of demonic urges surged into my mind—rage, lust, and an insatiable hunger. The world dissolved into a cacophony of overlapping senses: the stab of swords, the scrape of stone under clawed toes, and the pain of sun magic searing my skin.
Even worse than the vestigial senses was the hunger. It buffeted my willpower with a vengeance, urging me to lunge at Fable, the distant soldiers, Borealis, anything with mana, and consume it.
