'E...d...r...e....'
The fragmented thought scraped through Soren's fracturing focus, a desperate mantra repeated over and over against the pulling darkness.
As if this psychic onslaught wasn't enough, the physical weight of Ethea's symptoms slammed into him a fraction of a second later. A sudden wave of agony tore through his flesh, racing along his internal pathways and deep into his organs.
The shock of inheriting this on top of his own unhealed lacerations made his ribs feel as though they were being crushed by a tightening vice. Without the stabilizing presence of his passive healing skills, Accelerated Regeneration and Life Force Resonance, he could barely endure the intensity of the pain and almost lost his grip on the connection.
Then came the freezing necrosis.
A dark frost tried to creep up his arms, but his high ice affinity rendered the physical contamination completely useless; his body simply refused to react to it.
