It's only later that I realize we haven't cut the feed. So, the following battle plays out in real time for the entire Celestial Realms to see.
CRACK.
Being in the Wendigo in that moment is like getting tossed into a centrifuge. The entire building quakes, and the room spins. I shout, "Everyone get down! Hold onto something or someone! Get under a table!"
"We have gods that can protect this place," Daji reminds me.
"Then don't wait for an invitation! The rest of you, get down! I'd say evacuate, but we don't know what we're dealing with."
"Van is right," Dad shouts, ducking under the long table where we've been broadcasting. Mom follows, pulling Tina with her. Jocelyn and Damon follow. In no time, people are crammed underneath the table like sardines.
