Thud!
A dull thud echoed from behind.
Bruce had collapsed on his knees as his teeth chattered unceasingly.
Ron Samuel quickly took a vial of essential oil from his pocket and he crushed the vial in his hands before chanting...
"The hearts of men are with the Goddess, their body is her temple, and thus—we are under her protection." A burst of divine light enveloped the oil in his hand as Ron Samuel splattered it onto the others.
When the oil landed on Bruce's body, it sunk deep into his skin, and the fear that gripped his heart mysteriously vanished.
"Thank you, Captain..." Bruce said apologetically as he calmed his nerves and prepared his fighting stance.
"What's with this Specter, Calvin?" Ron Samuel asked, "Could it be that you have gone mad?"
