The chorus of voices singing their symphony of dissonance continued to pierce the fragile walls of Moritz's mind. Each soul spoke with their own pitch, no two mixing together in a way that was appealing. Instead the utterances melded into a single abomination of sound, with a single voice booming over them all. [color=662d91][i]Give in to your fear.[/i][/color] The voices fought with renewed strength, battering Moritz's subconscious as the he tried his best to quell them. It felt as if he was trying to stop a dam from overflowing, stretching himself to cover each crack as dozens more splintered into existence every second.

	[color=662d91][i]You resist. You cling to your puny life as if it actually matters. You will learn.[/i][/color]

	Another crack.

	[color=662d91][i]You are naught but a pawn of forces unseen.[/i][/color]

	The Voice thundered as Moritz began to lose grip on his mind. He reached, trying to hold himself together, panic consuming his being as that foul tongue spoke yet again, each word building until the words exploded in his mind.

	[color=662d91][i]Welcome me. Welcome me. WELCOME ME.[/i][/color]



Silence.


	The Nether Grasp broke as Moritz Valiero lost control of his body and his mind. The tendrils of the Void would curl back, withdrawing from Thresh, curling back and wrapping around the fiend who was Moritz, dissipating as the canister splashed harmlessly against it. A heinous smile spread across the face of Moritz as he turned his head towards Urgot. 

	[color=662d91]"[i]You have made a grave mistake, Urgot.[/i]"[/color] The voice that emerged was not Moritz's, but instead something 
far more vile. It was scratchier, as if the sound itself was a Voidling clawing its way out of Moritz's throat. 

	Opening his hand, Moritz conjured a bolt of Void essence, hurling it towards Urgot with frightening speed. Moritz's Prana was leaking out rapidly, expelling itself from every orifice in his body as he conjured a portal in front of himself. A single Voidling would emerge before the portal snapped shut. The Voidling darted towards Urgot, claws clattering against the pavement as it sped towards Urgot before lunging at him. If the attack hit, another Voidling would materialize, drawing even more Prana from the Vessel of Malzahar.