"I'm merely curious, Mr. Roland."
Yemiga's voice reverted to its calm, rational tone.
"Why do you insist on resisting? For you, isn't this 'loop' a form of... sanctuary?"
As he spoke, his form began to slowly drift upward, defying gravity. His toes lifted several inches from the floor, leaving him suspended in midair.
But this simple action was a silent signal, triggering a much deeper change.
HUMMMMM!
A hum, so deep it was almost beyond the range of hearing, rang out, vibrating directly through their souls.
Immediately after, the pressure of a Divine Attribute erupted from Yemiga. It was far more immense, more 'orderly,' and more 'frigid' than that of the Pseudo-God Corellon Roland had encountered in the Eternal Song Forest. Like a glacier, dormant for ages, suddenly collapsing, it swept outward from him as an invisible tsunami.
It was not a roar of Chaos, but a 'declaration of existence' filled with precise, crushing pressure.
