His heart was racing.
While his face failed to show any form of emotion, on the inside, his demons were screaming.
By now, every cadet within the Unit had gathered, standing before the colossal ring of stone and steel before them.
Being slightly raised atop a stone platform, it remained completely visible, even with the swarm of other heads standing between him and it. The more his eyes glared at its appearance, the more a slight chill began to grow down his spine.
It appeared like a spikey disk, offset to slightly swirl and encapsulate the gaping hole at its center. By all means, it failed to look even remotely human-made — even if it was, then it'd be more of a construct or statue than anything that would be practical.
And yet, all must acknowledge the sense of power which exuded off of its base. The sense of a frothing overflow of raw, unbridled energy.
The feeling felt oddly electric.
Silas stood just to Nyx's right, similarly encapsulated by the figure before them. Tightly did he clench the grip of his bow, hand visibly tensing up and loosening in quick succession. His expression remained rather serious, not daring to show even the slightest hint of fear.
And yet, Nyx could tell.
For the first time, many here would encounter their first Terror. They'd lay eyes on horrific beasts of unfurled destruction. They'd — for the first time in their lives — get to experience first-hand their disheartening, horrific presence. You'd have to be insane to not be terrified.
The only thing which seemed to slightly calm everyone's nerves was the sudden appearance of Sir Vaelis, stern arms crossed behind his back whilst slowly pacing up onto the platform.
Following not far behind was a series of soldiers — a small patch stitched on their back being the symbol of Epsilon.
The Epsilon Unit Phantoms.
While they were too far away for Nyx to make out any major details, they undeniably had an aura of hell itself. Perhaps it was their cadence that tipped him off. Maybe their expressions, barely discernable from that distance. Regardless, it was painfully clear that these were elites. Veterans. Slaughterers of fear. Butchers of Terrors.