They did as Azaroth said and poured all their essence into their essence cloak. Under a combination of colored essence, they touched each other, forming something resembling an irregular wall.
Azaroth stood in the middle, Stallus on his left, and the others on his right, his sword still pointed unwaveringly at the Crypt Master. His hand trembled slightly as he looked at the swollen ball of energy that the man gathered.
"Get yourself ready!" the Crypt Master said, then lurched forward with his attack. It blasted out with an echoing shockwave.
Azaroth grappled with the inspiration he got from that day's power. He took hold of it and turned it in his mind as everything seemed to slow down.
The attack was like a red wave from the sea that rose about to slam into their feeble shield. The fight-or-flight part of his brain took over, and his eyes glowed hotly like melted metal.
