Out of Trance: Power of An arcane Paladin ( II )
"HURRY... GET OUT OF HERE!!" Gimli shouted, noticing the dwarves still standing there, confused. Some were still looking at him while most had their gazes fixed on the large hole in the wall of their cave.
The more mana-adept among them quickly sensed the fluctuation in mana, and from the look on their vice chief's face, they could tell something was wrong.
"HEY!!" Those who were quick to grasp the situation tried to warn the others, but it was too late.
Time seemed to freeze as the sound waves of their voices moved slower than the sun crossing from one horizon to the other.
A heavy pressure descended upon them, one they had felt only once in their lifetime—when the true dragons passed overhead during their thousand-year migration.
A mixture of pure mana and unadulterated aura formed the dragonic energy that overwhelmed them. Most, especially the women and children, lost consciousness on their feet as time had not yet resumed its flow.