Without a doubt.
This was the worst scenario.
Of all the possibilities within Joseph's head, this was the most dreaded.
Her mere presence was enough to ruin the bowels.
The few that hadn't already, who possessed the ability to float or fly, jumped off the edge to escape.
As for the minority rest…
If they were not running frantically into one of the ships and praying for it to operate, they were stuck on the ground, paralyzed with fear.
"STAND YOUR GROUND!!" Joseph's voice, though louder than any individual sound, was lost to the turmoil.
This, was the very essence of primal, uncontrollable fear.
In the face of true terror, all commands fall silent, and the strongest will is shattered like brittle glass. Fear is the oldest of all instincts, and in its grip, even the bravest become the prey of their own minds.
Fear is not brought upon by weakness, it is the root of all humanity.
Though Joseph had spent time building up morale, in the end it was too little.
