The projection of the Asura girl faded from the sky, her radiant image dissolving into the ether.
As the last echoes of her voice vanished, the atmosphere within the Stonehooves Tribe grew thick with dread.
The reality of their situation was settling in like a weight pressing down on their chests.
Lyerin could feel the panic simmering in the air, thick and palpable.
Everyone in the tribe—men, women, and children alike—stood frozen, their eyes wide with terror.
Whispers spread like wildfire among the tribe members.
"We're doomed," a young woman whispered, clutching her child tightly against her chest. Her voice trembled as if uttering the words made them more real.
"We're the weakest here," an elder man muttered, his face pale. "Did you see the others? They're monsters compared to us!"