That was what the rest of them were doing, too, as anything else might begin the spiral down a bleak, bleak path, which would only lead to premature defeat.
After all, fear had always been one of the strongest weapons in any arsenal.
Putting his left hand into his pocket, he was just around to take out a Ker Root to replenish himself as he wanted to be ready when the time came for the torture to begin.
Yet, as he felt another slight change in the air, he stood up abruptly.
"What is it, elder?", asked the High Seat, who had been fighting until now, and had only just returned to the head to confer with the others and rest.
Raising a hand to stop him, the elder forcefully put aside his tiredness and once again delved into the millions of elementary particles that made up the air about them.
