Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World

For a heartbeat, there was nothing.

Then—

A rush of strange, blurred impressions.

A darkness that wasn’t his own.

It wasn’t clear. It wasn’t as vivid as Sharing Senses.

But it was something.

Michael’s heart thumped once, hard.

A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

So Telepathy could almost replicate Sharing Senses, after all—if he pushed it.

He suspected if his skill was stronger—or if his mind was more practiced at this—he might be able to see everything Spartan did as though it were his own eyes.

And if that was true...