Chapter Seven Hundred And Sixty Five – 765
He was adrift.
It was hot.
Felix blinked his eyes open and beheld a swirling typhoon. Flames and broken chunks of razor-sharp obsidian surrounded him, tearing at his visualized Body. He banished the pain. It was nothing. Intent and Will were enough to hold himself together despite the shrapnel tearing phantom blood from his flesh.
“Enough!”
His Master Tier Mind clamped down, and Atar’s core space rattled with his powerful command. Within a core space, everything was real and illusion all at once; within someone else’s core space, that fact was doubly true. Fire flowed through him, as did the obsidian meteors, not so much as ruffling his clothes. Atar’s core space could not affect him if he didn’t accept it.
Felix! Felix, are you okay? Everything burst, and then the cage—
I'm fine, Pit. I'm fine. We're all okay. Give me a moment. We need to work.
I’m coming in—
No! Pit couldn’t join him in Atar’s Spirit. Atar can’t take it! If you Converge with me, this whole place might collapse.