The moment the Boss's corrupted fingers brushed the Heart of the Tide, the garden screamed.
It wasn't a sound. It was a metaphysical shriek. The connection between Primrose and the Heart—which was still downloading the Blue Tail—glitched violently.
"Agh!" Primrose gasped.
The blue light surrounding her turned jagged and erratic. Instead of absorbing the water mana, she was drowning in it. Frost raced up her arms, turning her skin to ice. The cold was absolute. It was the cold of a starless void.
"No!" Caspian roared, lunging at the Boss.
The Boss backhanded him with a wave of Void energy. Caspian flew backward, crashing into a cherry blossom tree.
"The Heart is too volatile," the Boss laughed, his hand blackening as he tried to pry the sphere from Ophelia's chest. "If I can't control it, I'll shatter it! I'll drink the pieces!"
Primrose fell to her knees. She couldn't move. She was freezing solid.
