A wicked smile spread across Phobus' face as he stared down the stone colossus that was stomping in the middle of the battlefield, doing her best not to crush her own people underfoot while she used her size to her advantage.
He kept pilling the Nightmares onto her, making sure that she didn't have a chance to shrink down. If she did that, then finding her specific fear would be impossible in the mess of signals that he would get from the crowd. But when she was like this? All he had to do was pick out the one signal that was coming from her height.
It was foolproof.
As truck sized spiders climbed up the giants legs, Phobus' eyes turned black as the darkness of his pupils leaked outwards, covering his entire eyeball like an oil spill. A stream off different fears poured into his mind, from the smallest of anxieties to the most deeply held fears.
