Battle Between Transcendents

A chilling breeze swept across the battlefield after the death of these several hundred-odd soldiers. The instinctive chill did not come from the cold winds of the night itself but their inborn fear of death.

Despite having the numerical advantage of tens of thousands of troops, and a Transcendent on their side, they did not feel like they could win at all. 

The Grand Elder proceeded to stroll forward at his own leisure pace with the Blood Pool hung above his head. Each footstep was like a drum that banged on the hearts of the Durham soldiers and Valaran soldiers in his immediate vicinity.

The pressure that was exerted by the Grand Elder's presence made them think twice of surrendering to the enemy.

The quick-witted ones immediately threw away their helmets and armor. These steel pieces of defenses no longer assured them of protection but shackles like an invisible grip on their throats.