Although the forced emotional resonance had been initiated by itself, Ybur now felt as if it were trembling within a barrel of gunpowder on the verge of explosion.
The kicker was, it had lit the fuse itself.
Damn it, could this spell its doom?
Ybur could not tell whether its fear was born of reason or if it was completely overwhelmed by the influence to the point of feeling terrified.
Of course, if there really was no other way, it could simply die here—transferring its main consciousness to one of its avatars split off from itself, like Sherry's or Karlo's Embrace Armor. But if it did that, the main body that had taken so much effort to grow would be completely lost in an instant, which seemed such a waste. Moreover, being assimilated by this thing would likely damage its spirit, and the Mental Network might collapse significantly. It was unknown how long recovery would take... But after all, there was still a way out, and in a few months, it would be a fine Black Pudding again!