The White steel turned and stared at the severed head of their comrade in shock and surprise.
A switch flipped.
As one, they unleashed a storm of red energy, their auras flaring outward in a suffocating wave of fury. The very air pulsed with pressure, trembling beneath the weight of their collective rage rank twos rage.
Taria gasped and dropped to one knee, catching herself with her hand before she hit the ground.
"What's happening?" she choked out.
Kaedros gritted his teeth. This was bad. The White steel were enraged, beyond reason or restraint and their aura pressure was flashing everywhere.
Vexa stood firmly in front of Rauk, her body positioned like a living shield, hand tight on her sword, dark eyes locked on the threat ahead. But she didn't try to stop the White steel.
No one did.
