It had been difficult to even start a conversation because none of them could form coherent words through their chattering teeth.
Finn had needed to command Ryuga to shrink down his size to something much smaller and rein in his passive aura. Even at his reduced scale, Ryuga was still nearly as long as a football field, but at least he was no longer a mountain-sized behemoth that triggered a heart attack upon sight.
It was only then that Finn could finally get the information he wanted from those traumatized survivors.
He learned that they were the lucky few to have survived simply witnessing the battle that had raged here. It had been a clash between Preceptor-level entities, and while they had been miles away, the passive effects had been devastating. Of those who survived, some had lost their hearing, others had taken extreme levels of soul damage they were still struggling to recover from, and one had even been permanently blinded by the flashes of light.
