Feeling like I had to interfere in this one, since Kuzunoha appeared to be quite overwhelmed within the spire of the Theotech Vault's psychic influence.
Even for me who was only observing from the outside of the Vault's wall, it was still too much. Not to mention, I should be the higher equivalent of demigod.
Either that, or my psychic sensitivity was on the higher side.
Regardless, I tried to converge my existential perception into a concentrated perceptive extension, piercing through the countless layers of psychic defensive measures.
"This might be a little bit tough, ahahah."
Obviously, the psychic interference within the spire was unlike anything I had encountered before.
It pressed against my extended perception like the weight of an ocean, layers upon layers of hostile energy and shifting signatures woven so tightly they formed a labyrinth of their own. Every step of my existential probe forward was met with resistance, like pushing through a viscous, living void.
