"Who do you think you are!" The voices shrieked, but I ignored them as I thought about where I was.
'Harold?'
[...]
Nothing from him, so this was like when I talked to Mark. I had almost no way to do anything to resist, but that was before I had spent time in my own head.
This was just another place in my head, and the ripples from the voices were coming from the direction of the constellation.
I focused my will and targeted the pattern of stars and let myself reach out to make a connection. This was my head, so I made the rules; the others were the invaders.
"Stop that, you wild animal! You can not take this control! We are the rulers of the Astral Orichalcum Rings!" The voices shrieked, but they were weaker now.
I refused to give them the satisfaction of a reply and instead focused on establishing my bond with the ring. Even though I was targeting the constellation, I knew that the real target was the Libra Orichalcum Ring.