Yollorn stood in front of its throne with a deathly glare, which slowly gave the group a sinking feeling of death. Cold sweat ran down their faces as the aura of the boss had started to slightly strangle them. The pressure was building and the group questioned if they could really beat something of this calibre.
"Deep breaths everyone, there are four of us and only one of them, we just need to work together and abuse our numbers." Shaman was the first to speak up as she figured out a way to counter the feeling.
Shaman guessed that the boss was using its aura to try gaining some form of control over them as the trend throughout the dungeon has been puppets of some kind.
As long as she was aware the aura was affecting her mind, her [Blessing of the fox] would protect her from it. As she focused on that knowledge, the feeling of death washed away and the hands she felt around her neck let go.
