The situation took a sharp turn for the worse, spiraling beyond control.
Nyarlathotep's arrival had done far more than add another powerful opponent.
What he had brought was an erosive "rule," like ink dropped into clear water, rapidly staining every inch of spacetime across the battlefield.
Neos could clearly feel his control over the laws becoming sluggish and distorted, as though separated by a thick pane of frosted glass.
Even more troublesome were the whispers that seeped in everywhere.
Having lost Supreme Wisdom's information barrier, and relying only on the emblem's inherent defenses and the network Mio had hastily constructed, Neos could feel the boundaries of his consciousness being continuously infiltrated as he endured the deliberate mental corruption radiated by an Abyssal supreme being.
Those murmurs were not mad howls. Instead, they were filled with twisted temptation and blasphemous "reason," like the most cunning lobbyist, endlessly circling outside his firm mental defenses in search of even the tiniest crack.
"Order is a shackle... rules are a cage... cast yourself into chaos... embrace infinite possibilities..."
Nyarlathotep did not seem eager to kill him.
The ever-changing light upon that chaotic head carried the cruel amusement of a cat playing with a mouse.
He and Garan, who was about to be completely abyssalized, formed a perfect partnership: Garan used berserk power and corruption to crush him head-on and blanket the area, while Nyarlathotep prowled around the perimeter, constantly disrupting and weakening Neos with cunning rule distortions and mental erosion, gradually compressing his space to survive.
Their goal did not seem to be simple destruction, but... transformation.
Neos had been dragged into a brutal battle.
He had to devote most of his focus to maintaining the stability of his core, resisting corruption and rule distortions, while using psionic energy to contend with Garan's frenzied