"An attack?" The brute's hand went to his weapon, his eyes scanning the churning sky, the shaking ground, the direction of the beast cries. "Is something attacking the pavilion? Is it after the boss?"
The tremors intensified. Lightning struck again, close enough that the flash lit the entire pavilion white. The beasts across the wasteland wailed louder, and the sense of overwhelming pressure kept climbing, heavier and heavier.
Talan made his decision, taking out the communication device before bringing it closer to his mouth, "Everyone on patrol around the pavilion, return at once, and maintain defensive position. We could be under attack!"
Responses came from patrol captains immediately, and everyone began to converge towards the pavilion.
Then, Talan turned towards the brute, "We have to warn him. Whatever this is, he needs to know, now. Come on, before whatever's causing this gets worse!"
