He was falling through a void made of sound. A child’s lullaby twisted into a dirge. His mother’s voice, but speaking Synthari binary. He tried to scream, but his lungs were full of static. The needles came—ten thousand of them, sewing his eyelids shut, stitching his lips together, threading his nerves into a knot of pure agony.
He chose.
The static began to clear. The lullaby fractured into silence. He saw the inside of his own eyelids again—a blessing. The needles withdrew, one by one, each extraction a small mercy. navarch ability cooldown 17.6 seconds degree 100