Right beside Zane, Wren collapsed, clutching her head and screaming silently.
Kog, who had been trying to disconnect the Prism console, fell off his stool and curled into a ball.
"Mental mages," Zane gritted out, fighting the pressure.
He used Dead Weight not to anchor himself to the ground, but to anchor his mind. He visualized his consciousness as a stone, heavy and immovable.
He stayed on one knee, refusing to go prone.
"Stubborn," the Inquisitor noted, drifting closer to the stage. "The stain of the Deep Down is thick on you. You resist the Order."
The Seven spread out, forming a semi-circle at the foot of the stage. They began to chant again, the golden light under their hoods intensifying.
This wasn't like the subtle whispering from the swamp. This was a direct assault.
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