"... I think I'm starting to hate fighting against a spectral-type Calamity Object that can influence our minds."
The giant 'weapon' it dragged trailed across the ground with a slow, dreadful scrape, carrying an aura that attempted to drain every ounce of courage from my body. I couldn't look away; it was as though its gaze was pressing straight into my mind, cracking it open, spilling out nightmares of endless pits and creeping shadows that swallowed everything whole.
The world around me dimmed, blurred by the thick smoke.
Every fiber in my being screamed to run, but my legs felt like lead as if they'd forgotten how to obey—but it was not enough to make me flee from my position.
At first, I thought that the others would be overwhelmed by this. That was, until I was reminded that I had the highest Psychic Sensitivity out of all of them by an enormous margin.
Yep, they will be fine.
