When she heard that voice she felt an enormous pressure on her chest, along with it a most primordial type of emotion, the oldest type of emotion.
Fear. She felt dread that made her pride and ego mean nothing.
She felt a hand squeeze onto her own. It was warm, and standing in front of her… she couldn't help but feel like she had seen the light in the abyss.
Damon felt it too, dread so deep he felt his legs about to give out just from standing in front of him. He felt like he was all alone, forced to meet that horrible gaze.
Even so.
Even so, he still forced down his fear. He had faced this dread before.
He had felt it when he saw the Keeper of False Truths, but this wasn't the greatest fear he had felt. This was nothing. This at least could be defined as fear.
This was nothing compared to when Sylvia had been possessed by the Unknown God's journey book and started writing that cursed poem with her fingers and blood.
