"He's coming," Nyxirith said coldly, eyes narrowing. Everyone instinctively looked up and saw that the masked humanoid was descending.
The humanoid Scourge hovered forward, slowly, calmly, and deliberately, as if it had all the time in the world. From the visor of its mask, its eyes scanned the surroundings.
The very air trembled.
Even without touching the ground, the pressure it emitted caused cracks to form on the ground like spiderwebs. Then all of a sudden, it stopped, and its eyes zeroed in on the rocky outcroppings they were hiding behind.
The hearts of the group skipped a beat when they saw this. For a moment, no one moved from their spot—not because they chose to, but because they physically couldn't move.
Their bodies refused to respond.
Their minds blanked under the overwhelming killing intent pressing down on them like a mountain.
Then… the commander raised a hand.
