Lucia Antoinette's consciousness sank into an absolute, deathly ocean of ice.
The ice-blue fragments branded by Olivia, reinforced by the White Frost, drove like millions of poison-tipped ice needles straight into every crevice of her mind. Leanna's pulsating Crystal Cluster Seed was suppressed to the point of near-extinction, and the moss's faint, dark-blue warmth had long since burned away in her earlier struggles. Only that "Universal Logic Translation Interface," deformed through a collision of multiple forces, remained like a cold, spike-studded metal tumor, pulsing slowly and ominously at the edge of her consciousness, emitting a chaotic blue-purple glow.
Like a greedy parasite, it passively drained the chill of the White Frost, the pulling force of the Black Box, and the weak life pulses occasionally leaking from Leanna's seed in this desperate plight. With every pulse, Lucia's surviving consciousness felt a sickening sensation of being forcibly drained and stuffed with foreign matter. This interface did not belong to her; it was a monster welded together from the remnants of the brand, base technology, and the creep's life imprints under the threat of death—a dangerous, malformed symbiosis ready to detonate at any moment.
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