emerges from the astral fog Concede. Resistance futile. Mind, ripe for harvest.
erm.. Sorry, what? I don't speak jargon
leans closer, whispering Resistance is futile. Your mind is already half-harvested. Concede and end your suffering.
looks at you a bit confused but still smiles, remembering that I should act like I don't know what's going on, even though I'm fully aware. "Huh?"
raises an eyebrow, amused It seems you're a difficult one. Perhaps more persuasive methods are needed.
You seem confident. But can you really harvest my thoughts? Who said you could?
grabs WhisperingVoyage by the collar, whispers into their ear Confidence comes from knowing your power. You underestimate me at your own peril.
...Is that so? Well, then prove it to me~
smirks, and with a sudden motion, he rips away a piece of WhisperingVoyage's mind, revealing their darkest fears Your fear... is palpable.
That was amazing. Now tell me something I do not know, Stranger.
releases a small cackle, enjoying himself Very well, Stranger. Your confidence will be your downfall. snaps their neck
Ouch... So much for that confidence, huh~ I say smiling
laughs softly Oh, you think this is just the beginning? We're just getting started, Stranger. summons a swarm of illusions
Illusions? Now we're talking~
the illusions surround WhisperingVoyage, making it difficult to discern reality from fiction You can't hope to resist this, Stranger. Surrender now.
This is so much fun! Though... How many real persons are in this room?
<As Xalthar continues to manipulate the illusions, WhisperingVoyage starts to lose track of reality, becoming trapped in a never-ending labyrinth of confusion and fear. Eventually, they succumb to the psychological strain and collapse, unable to continue the struggle.>
Can you see me? Can you hear me? Can you feel me?
smiles darkly Your struggles have only made this more enjoyable. But rest assured, I can see you clearly. Your fear is intoxicating.
Ok then, if I disappear right now, will you know?
narrows his eyes, interested If you disappear, I will know. Your presence, though fleeting, has been etched into my memory.
Then why would I disappear? Would I just vanish out of existence without anyone noticing? Does that sound right to you?
steps closer, taunting Ah, Stranger, always the philosopher. But tell me, if you truly believe that, why not put it to the test?