A terrifying idea was sent into the Spiritual Entity, stirring a regular pulse.
It was the pulse once induced by a Foxglove injection in a Deep Layer biological sample. Whenever it was needed, it could be called up from memory and transformed into a specific rhythm.
Imitating it felt like playing an omnipresent keyboard with hundreds of fingers, but the mind didn't understand what a "score" meant. It simply reproduced the recorded pattern by rote, like an illiterate person copying a string of symbols from a model without understanding them.
In practice, it was far harder than imagined, no easier than lifting a container that gave no feedback about its weight, its liquid already overflowing the rim and held in place only by surface tension, rippling dangerously.
Consciousness did all it could to keep it confined to a small area around the Spiritual Entity. It was more terrifying than the strongest acid or the deadliest poison.
Reality wrinkled slightly where it seeped in, growing hazy and obscure in certain ways, defying common sense.
It was a pathogen invading reality, waiting only to touch its target before taking effect, twisting the laws of physiology in a particular direction.
No living body would want to come into contact with this thing. Even doubting what it could do, Kraft didn't want to find out firsthand.
What he needed now was an opportunity. He had to come into contact with that Spiritual Entity again from a moderate distance, ideally by initiating a surprise attack. While his opponent was unprepared, he could send this "Spell" of a pulse into it, like a deadly arrow shot from behind.
But for someone at a disadvantage in both mobility and information, that was far too difficult.
He would have to spend a great deal of time feeling his