Niv - Telepathy + Mental slap

As if in reply to her anxious thought, the Firemind asked, Why did you allow this to happen, Master Engineer? The remains of all my kin were to be incinerated. All. I resumed my meditations when you assured me that was taken care of.

The mental image Niv-Mizzet projected—a perfect replica of his physical form—completely lacked the usual mental affectations others could not help. The goblin herself, for instance, could not get her mental knuckles off the mental floor when in his presence. She flinched when the projection cocked its head and mustered all the courage she had left.

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I implore you, please take care to—

The mental slap knocked Crixizix’s head back into her seat with an audible crack.

My wrath does not take care, the Firemind growled. Once awakened, it will see blood. Enjoy the show.

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Dissension, Chapter 3