• Doesn't Hurt To Be Thorough

Buzz!

The sound struck his ear with potency, and Spheris groaned, then it disappeared almost as soon as it had arrived.

The crystalline nodes flared with light, and they casted magical patterns, connecting into each other like neon spiderwebs across the chamber. Spheris felt a subtle tug in his core, as if the chair was pulling something out of him, extracting the raw data of his existence.

He tried to ignore the tickling pain, but it was quite irritating; like an insect scratching its clawed thorax on the base of his spine.

He noticed his vision dimming slightly, not from darkness, but from the overwhelming flood of information being processed within him.

But within his core, there was a battle ongoing, between his mind and the Essence Chair's intrusive energy.

You see, the Essence Chair was not just measuring his power; it was dissecting it, unraveling the layers of his identity, his strengths, his weaknesses.