"I feel that the order to not panic did not quite register on them" speaking in a most impassive tone, Alielil looked down on the lower warriors, from where she stood, all seemed to be no more than ants, scurrying about in all directions- Did they even know what or where they were going? That was dubious.
Fear hung thick in the air, they had never had to faced the restless in this part of the realm, many had even fooled themselves into thinking that only they, the living, had the ability to cross over from one half of this realm to the other, but naturally, this wasn't the case at all.
These greenhorns had never had to fight such a war, only used to hunting restless, and even then, since they were weak, they would always pick fights against lone, or small groups of them when they had the numerical advantage.
