The iron blast doors sealed shut behind them. The echo rang through the cavern like a gunshot. The heavy titanium locking mechanisms ground into place. They finalized the absolute isolation of the Vanguard team.
Will held his ground. He locked his eyes on the dark water. His [Warlord Aura] flared violet and gold. A crushing, impossible weight anchored the pitch-black depths of the pool. The Level 92 Leviathan waited below. It remained wide awake. It watched the surface.
[Warning: Sovereign's Gaze (Level 92) Detected.]
[Applying Passive Debuff: Crushing Dread...]
The sheer psychic pressure threatened to lock Will's joints in place. He gritted his teeth. He pushed back against the weight. He pulsed the [Warlord's Orchestra] through his blood. He flared the network outward. He turned his ambient aura into a psychic umbrella to shield the minds of his team. He blocked the terror.
