'Don't look at me. I'm nobody.'
The red eye kept looking anyway. The burning slit in the cliff face bore down on my exact position, and the pressure of the mother's gaze pushed my ribcage into the slanted bedrock until I could hear my own breath whistling through my teeth.
My Unshakeable Spirit flared and threw up bulkhead after bulkhead inside my mind. It was the only thing keeping my sanity in one piece under the direct attention of a Primordial entity. The dread had a temperature of its own. It froze the sweat on the back of my neck even as the hot stone baked through the soles of my boots.
Beneath my Dark Mantle, the ink lines running up my ribs and neck began to burn.
