Asserting Dominance
Theresa felt like there was a weight pressing down on her chest, and suddenly, she found it difficult to breathe.
Despite her armor having a temperature-regulating system, sweat immediately poured out of her pores, and her pupils shrank as her breathing turned forced and ragged.
Her body trembled, and her grip on her bow became tight to the point of her knuckles turning white.
'What... is this...?' She thought through gritted teeth. She wanted to move, turn around, shout, anything.
But her body was paralyzed with fear.
'Fear...? Is... that what this is?' She suddenly realized.
It was like countless icy hands had gripped her limbs, throat, and heart. Any thoughts of running made her legs feel like jelly, and it was like someone had put a buffer between her thoughts and actions, rooting her to the spot.
Theresa had never been on the receiving end of Mike's skill, Primal Dread. In fact, she'd never witnessed him using it before.
