The iron blast doors sealed shut behind them, the echo ringing through the cavern like a gunshot.
Will didn't turn around. His eyes stayed locked on the dark water. His Warlord Aura flared violet and gold. He could feel it. A crushing, impossible weight anchoring the pitch-black depths of the pool. The Level 92 Leviathan was down there, wide awake, and watching.
[Warning: Sovereign's Gaze (Level 92) Detected.]
[Applying Passive Debuff: Crushing Dread...]
The sheer psychic pressure threatened to lock Will's joints in place. He gritted his teeth and pushed back, pulsing the [Warlord's Orchestra] through his blood. He flared the network outward, turning his ambient aura into a psychic umbrella to shield the minds of his team so they wouldn't freeze in terror.
