Sebastian lifted his head and scanned his audience. He waited until the room stilled and he had made eye contact with each individual before he spoke.
"The Overlord has grown again. Somehow he has managed a way to force his mind into another.""That's not possible, even for an
Elite," a voice argued.
"You mean he has coerced someone to open their mind?"
"No," Sebastian said mournfully. "It's not coercion. It's not trickery. There is no will for the subject. The Overlord can penetrate his subject without being invited. It is sudden and without warning. This is a new kind of power we have never seen before. This is something the Elite have feared; something we safeguarded against in our growth experiments. Nevertheless, the Overlord has done it."
"How do you know this?" Orson asked.
Sebastian took a deep breath, steadying himself. He knew this could this could be his death sentence. They had every right to seek his end for the betrayal he had allowed. "Because," he paused, shutting his eyes to avoid their coming fury, "he read me."
Silence pervaded the room. No one spoke. No one breathed.
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