As Fil's eyes glowed blindingly, the council kept their feet on the ground. As the people who were the closest to her, they could feel this immense pressure as if they were at the grace of a god. The ground underneath their feet slowly cracked until the pressure weighing on them created hollows.
Yet, they fought it without letting themselves fall to their knees.
At the same time, another large circle that was drawn around the hill faintly glowed in red. The people remained on the line, knowing those on the other side would also keep themselves steadfast.
This was what Fil wanted; this was how she would fix everything. And thus, they couldn't be the reason for the foreseeable disaster if they failed her. After all, if Filomena took charge of her body again, this world would be as good as dead.
