Outimbe continued to remain still, like a deer stuck in headlights.
The amount of gruesome intensity he felt in that one moment of Lyrian's spiritual energy was enough to shut his system down into a stupor.
However, the crowd felt as though their hearts let go of many mountains worth of weight as Lyrian's words continued to flow within their ears.
Not because they were words of rebellion, but because they ensured safety.
"Deep within--if your delusion does not completely rot your mind--you know that you cannot defeat those Orcs." As Lyrian said this, Outimbe finally broke out of his daze.
This was important enough for him to shake his head and turn around, "Do not go there, boy! You do not know my capabiliti--" He tried to shout in anger but was cut off himself.
"Stay silent, old man!" Lyrian said, sending a surge of bloodlust through his penetrative gaze.
Once again, Outimbe gasped accidentally, feeling his lungs contract and block up.
