The battlefield seemed to freeze in time, everyone caught in the eye's unholy gaze. The air thickened, as if reality itself was bending under the weight of its presence. Those who met the gaze of the monstrous eye were struck by an overwhelming force—an alien pressure that seeped into their minds like venom.
Weaker Elvin warriors and trainees fell like leaves in a storm, their bodies collapsing lifelessly to the ground. Their faces were twisted in pain, hands clutching their heads as though trying to fight off an invisible force.
Those more resilient groaned, knees buckling as sharp, piercing headaches wracked their minds. It was as if the eye was tearing apart their very consciousness, leaving behind a void of darkness and disarray.
Even the stronger warriors and elders felt the strain, their thoughts slowed to a crawl, as though trapped in molasses.
