Immediately, the symbols on the screen reacted even more violently. They seemed to be drawn towards the card, like iron filings to a magnet. The black tower pulsed with renewed intensity, its form solidifying for a moment, then distorting again in agony.
The whispers reached a fever pitch, a chaotic symphony of digital screams. The heat on my chest where the dark light had struck intensified, felt like a burning brand.
But as the card touched the screen, I felt a strange connection, like an electrical circuit being completed. Data flowed, not into the computer, but outwards, into the space between the screen and the card, into the shimmering projection of the black tower.
I could feel the entity fighting back, trying to repel the card, to sever the connection. It sent waves of freezing cold and burning heat through the air, trying to disrupt my focus. But I held on, my hand trembling but steady.
It was no longer just me against the entity. It felt like the card, the symbols, my computer, and I were all part of a complex, chaotic system, and I was trying to force it into a state of self-destruction.
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