The Guildmasters, now whole again, suddenly fell to their knees.
They felt an immense shock of phantom pain, confusion, and dread flood their minds all at once.
They remembered a battle, decapitation, death, and now found themselves restored. Calling it haunting would be putting it lightly.
Varrow's hands braced against the ground as bile burned up his throat.
He gagged violently, coughing as if his lungs were full of smoke. His eyes were wide and unfocused, pupils trembling as the realization set in that they were dealing with something far beyond their depth.
All the events that had happened began replaying in his mind, as if he were witnessing them again. In truth, they were memories, but they felt tangible, as if just out of reach behind a glass window.
Buildings collapsing.
People screaming.
Their heads rolling across blood slick pavement.
Marrec retched openly, vomiting onto the tarmac as his hands trembled uncontrollably.
