There were 48 Rigordiles in total, fear struck, unable to budge, watching the skeletal frames of the River Whales crash on them. They didn't dodge, facing the brunt of the impact, with most of them pinned to the ground.
Only one Rigordile stood unscathed, its trembling limbs rooted to the spot like sturdy pillars. The tailbone of a River Whale slammed on its head, unable to damage it much. Even though it wasn't much damaged, fear overwhelmed its mind, freezing its thoughts. It stood with a vacant gaze, the fear it experienced going beyond what it could handle, short-circuiting its adrenaline.
Jyorta felt his head spin, the thumping of his heart had visibly become feeble while parts of his skin cracked and formed blisters. It was a consequence of overexerting himself. Thankfully, he had destroyed all the aura in the air in his surroundings, saving himself from the trouble. Otherwise, it would seep in through his weakened defences and wreak havoc internally.
