(Meanwhile, in the innermost ring of the Chakravyuh, Raymond's POV)
Raymond could not help but curse the Cult Army and seven generations of their ancestors, for the moment the Cult Army cut through the Third Ring, the pressure bearing down on him surged inward with brutal intensity, multiplying in a single instant as the formation rebalanced without mercy.
For a brief moment, his vision vanished completely.
The world slipped away as though it had been torn out from behind his eyes, leaving in its stead only a blinding emptiness that made his stomach lurch and his soul scream beneath a weight that was far beyond what his flesh or will had ever been forced to endure before this moment.
"Oh fuck…" Raymond muttered, the words escaping instinctively as his consciousness struggled to steady itself.
