They hesitated. Of course they did. Even through their avatars, I could almost feel their nervous glances. But hesitation didn't stop the clock ticking down. And the other players outside the party had already scream bloody murder.
"Shift, damn it! Don't question me just move!"
Ashockwave rolled like thunder under our feet, then the debuff started coming.
Thick, dark, and tarry fog burst outward from the epicenter, sweeping across the battlefield and grew to red as it moved past the first few players. Signifying the fact that the frontlines would only get partially flashed while the backline will get the worse of what's coming.
Unlucky players who I didn't care about, was not quick enough to move up in time so they staggered, coughing, little red veins spiderwebbing across their avatars.
