Terell, hand on the door, was repairing the formation over the door. Miasma, for some unknown reason, had targeted the formation.
'Is it sentient?' He thought to himself, looking back at the doom that phased in and out constantly. Miasma was corroding it. If he wasn't fast enough, the remaining formation would also have been consumed by the miasma. The fact it knew where the formation was and targeting it would trap everyone, Terell had to give it the benefit of doubt.
He sighed following that, even though he saved it, the damage it did made the formation beyond saving. He tried to contact those outside, but the miasma blocked any connection, making it impossible to reach them.
'We can only fight.' He thought, looking at the group of people who had shields in front of them, looking at the blinking dome, each flicker tingling their heart along with it. He remembered the commission he received and fury bubbled in his mind, making him curse.
