"This really was... an unexpected turn of events."
Quesatusta chuckled softly.
This was a battle of consciousness. If one was slain here, then for an ancient Sarkaz, it meant true death.
Kuisaxinna was the first Confessor bloodline capable of threatening him.
He had never expected such a day to come—
That a Confessor bloodline could threaten his life.
"Then by all means, try, Kuisaxinna."
The ancient Sarkaz's form shifted.
He returned to his original appearance.
A greatsword like withered branches appeared in his hand.
Past rituals had often left the victims unable to resist, allowing him to merge with them effortlessly.
But this time was different—
The intervention of that monster outside had given Kuisaxinna the strength to resist.
Purple shadows began to stain the consciousness space that should have been flawlessly white.
Yet Kuisaxinna noticed nothing—
Or perhaps she had noticed and simply did not care.
The two Sarkaz raised their swords at the same time.
A battle of consciousness needed only an instant to determine victory or defeat.
It was unlike combat in the real world.
"My descendant, Kuisaxinna, let me see the strength of your resolve."
The ancient Sarkaz spoke softly.
"You will sleep here forever, Quesatusta."
The young Sarkaz replied.
Outside.
"..."
Zerg poked Kuisaxinna's cheek as she lay on the ground.
Her consciousness seemed to have been dragged somewhere else.
The Overlord could sense it.
As a member of the Swarm—
The Overlord had given her the power to resist.
That intruder's consciousness was not weak, but to the Overlord, it was nothing difficult to handle.
However, Kuisaxinna had chosen to deal with the opponent herself.
So Zerg had not fully intervened in this battle.
"Mmmpf!"
The blue-haired Sarkaz had been tied up.
The Shapeshifter Collective had somehow found a round object to gag