In that split second, as if his consciousness had taken a back seat in his body, Finn observed three terrifying things unfold.
First, his hands, driven by some impulse entirely outside his will, slowly stretched out in a grabbing motion.
Second, an uncanny silence settled over the surroundings. Riley stopped talking, Althea stopped asking questions, and even the Grade 1 Ossuarists kept mute, noticing from the sudden tension, that something was off.
And lastly, right in front of the chaos breach, where Finn's hands were pointed towards, three middle-aged Arcanists with identical clothing stepped out from the small outpost, staring at Finn with dead cold eyes as his hands stretched out and grabbed the empty air.
For a beat after that, nothing happened. Every party involved went dangerously, mutually still, as if in a silent, tacit understanding:
Finn's next actions decided what was about to happen. It decided whether a bloodbath was about to begin, or not.
