{mass release 1/4}
The atmosphere around the throne room became tainted with a sense of dread as Callum, their single fastest fighter—whose talent allowed him to move almost at the speed of sound—was taken out by a simple goblet throw.
This especially got them all trembling as they stood in the vast space, cold sweat clearly visible running down their faces. The question that lingered in their minds was simple yet terrifying: Was this the being they were supposed to distract?
It was hard to believe they were even in the midst of such a creature, let alone meant to delay it. Blake, in particular, found it hard to stand without swaying from left to right. His palms were drenched in sweat and trembled so violently that his blade almost slipped from his grasp.
The same went for his cohort—each one unable to withstand the pressure emanating from the Crater King. It was suffocating.
