The cohort is a group of capable men who didn't need anyone to keep instructing what they should and shouldn't do. Aside from Cesar and Quentin whose experience only relies on the City of Wheels, the others have rich knowledge when it involves Nightmares.
Equipped with those experiences, they should've felt more confident.
'Damn…'
But the overwhelming aura that the old candelabra continued to instill message to them felt eerily off.
It was becoming overbearing.
As they got closer to this pillar of corruption made out of unknown metal with candles resting at some of the points, their hearts started to waver.
The surge of emotion that only kept inside them felt like it was about to burst out, screaming its way out. The feeling of being in a chokehold by this nameless mystery continued to tickle them each time as if it were a reminder.
Fuck experience, they are nothing to absolute power.
