Smack! Smack!
In the sewer filled with clear, sacred light, transparent tentacles lashed wildly at the floor and walls.
Each lash stole some of the thoughts in Cyril's mind, or the position and distance between them, or the light filling their surroundings and the sacred flames burning all around...
With his thoughts disrupted, the doubles Cyril had created through high-frequency Flash became unstable, flickering in and out like a stuttering television screen.
Crash!
The sound of something illusory shattering suddenly rang in his ears.
The Dream Labyrinth had shattered!
Prompted by his spiritual intuition, Cyril noticed that the darkness around him seemed to have grown deeper and quieter.
The next second, a distinctly aged voice abruptly echoed in his heart:
"Saint Anthony at Saint Samuel Cathedral has noticed the commotion here."
Did she steal her own thoughts, then throw them to me?
As that thought crossed his mind, Cyril's figure vanished from the ground. In the sewer, the doubles created through high-frequency Flash rapidly overlapped into one. He stared intently at the pile of worms on the ground nearby, which had sprouted tentacles and faces, as an illusory book appeared in his eyes.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
Invisible ripples spread before Cyril, and an enormous arm abruptly reached out. Its surface was black and sticky, seemingly slick with a sinister liquid.
This was an ability he had recorded from Suah back in Bayam!
A sense of extreme evil and madness spread rapidly through the sewer, instantly drying and cracking their surroundings and tainting them with insanity.
The Parasite, who had only just escaped the Dream Labyrinth and had yet to adapt to her collapsing body, suddenly froze. Her newly awakened consciousness fell into confusion and became tainted with madness.
In that state, she failed to dodge or steal