The fear practically poured out of the Sloth's pores in a tangible stench. Part of it was surely the fact the man hadn't taken any time to properly cleanse himself in an unknowable amount of time, but the other part…
Sylas could feel it from his very Will itself.
However, while Sylas sensed fear, what he didn't sense was surprise. In fact, the Sloth seemed to be inwardly kicking himself, the fluctuations radiating from him coming with a hesitation as he tried to decide whether he should stay or go.
That said, Sylas didn't seem surprised by this either.
All of a sudden, a battlefield that should have been in absolute chaos was cornered by just three men. The others seemed to be frozen in place, at least at first.
But slowly, they began to rot and crumble, their skin sinking to the point it licked against their bones until even the small bits of flesh that remained atrophied into ash.
