For the first time since the alarm had sounded, many of the giants felt their attention pulled inward… toward the mud huts behind them, toward the smaller figures who had not come out to fight, toward the fragile continuation of their line that still existed only because it had not yet been standing in the open.
The nightmare made the reaper feel invincible. The quieter thread made survival feel like the only form of defiance still left to them.
Preservation is the only victory left.
Suggesting this, he quietly withdrew his mental attack, but none of the Marauders realized that as they were still lost in the nightmare.
Even though it may seem like a long time had passed and they had been trapped for ages, in reality just a moment had passed, and they were still charging.
But now that he had withdrawn the mental attack,the combined weight of absolute fear and that cold, rational suggestion hit the Marauders at the exact moment their charge was about to meet the Veynar's.
