Extreme fear and uncertainty began to frantically devour everyone's sanity.
They started to doubt everything. Doubting whether the comrades who had just fought side by side would suddenly plunge a poisoned dagger into their backs the next second; doubting whether the shadows they cast would come alive and entangle them the next moment.
Even doubting whether the direction they're defending from is the true source of death!
This suspicion and fear, rooted deeply in the soul, were causing this team, which should have been strong, to start disintegrating from within, everyone feeling at risk, almost unable to move a step.
If it weren't for the presence of the Tear Plague Chosen, they might have already begun to collapse and flee.
