"Everyone, stay back," I ordered, immediately recalling its luring nature from the description I'd read. "Do not approach the visions. It will try to pull you in with whatever you desire most."
The Harbinger moved slowly, its body pulsing with illusory promises of water and safety, just out of reach.
Although, because there was really no reason in our biome and environment to need any of those hopeful visions, none of the bastioneers were really affected.
Verina concocted a dastardly dangerous spell into her musket before blasting it toward the Hawsrbinger's face from far away. Unfortunately, overwhelming firepower wasn't enough to ward off spirit-like entities.
However, because it could still be influenced by the attack, I ordered the bastioneers to attack it with their crossbows, sending a flurry of projectiles alongside my Fortcracker, and more of what Verina prepared in her arsenal.
