"The suppression is only temporary. Her mental landscape is collapsing, and it could trigger a second psychic tide at any moment."
Lilith lifted the unconscious Mary with one hand, her movements brisk and efficient.
"I have to seal her inside a Stasis Field Box immediately, completely severing her resonance with the Warp."
"Stay right there, Advisor. Catch your breath. Our conversation isn't over."
Only after Lilith had left did Rovi lean against the warped Metal Wall and slowly slide down to the floor.
Every breath sent a sharp stab of pain through his lungs.
He didn't stop gasping for air.
He greedily gulped down the air on the second basement level.
Stale and cold.
I'm alive—
The thought flashed through his mind.
There was no joy in it, only a kind of almost cold relief.
Rovi raised his heavy eyelids. Beyond the crackling electrical sparks, he looked to the side.
Buck, the Defense Force commander, was sprawled on the floor.
Thin threads of blood seeped from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. His chest rose and fell faintly.
Beside him, two fully armed guards were also deeply unconscious.
The psychic storm that had swept through the entire underground laboratory hadn't caused much physical damage through its shock wave.
It had struck directly at the cerebral cortex and the soul.
For ordinary people,
it was like a heavy hammer smashing into the fragile eggshell called "consciousness."
Rovi was the only one still awake.
It wasn't because he had some special constitution.
Nor was it because he was a transmigrator with some ridiculously powerful mental shield.
He was just an ordinary man.
In this world, full of demons and monsters, he had no psychic talent whatsoever. Even his so-called "sixth sense" was pitifully weak.
The only reason he was still standing was