"So, while enduring the process of dying over and over again, we had to devote part of our energy to strengthen our Shield, to avoid a mental breakdown from too frequent deaths. We could only take turns attacking," Pannis spoke slowly, his mental fatigue evident as the memory brought him back to the struggles of that battle. His mouth muscles twitched slightly as he forced himself to recall, "Each attack was a torment for us at that time. Indeed, we had fought countless battles before, but this was the first time we, the attackers, suffered from launching attacks, even feeling a sense of dread before doing it. It took a tight grip on our spirits to combat this fear."