Damon sighed, then unleashed a faint pulse of his skill, Omen of Dread. A fog of fear swept over everyone, causing them to freeze in terror. Their fear overpowered their rage, and they all fell quiet.
Just because he felt guilty didn't mean he would allow himself to be stepped on.
Damon blamed himself for all this, so even forcing them into silence caused him to lower his head.
Iris brought them to her tent, which was mostly open, with large remnants of a wrecked house forming the rest of the structure.
"Everyone has been riled up lately. Those who can fight left with Ashcroft. It was phenomenal how he gathered everyone and called them to join the battle. Even those who had been enemies joined him," Iris whispered.
"I wanted to join, but Ashcroft wouldn't let me. He said I needed to wait here with this cat he gave me. He said this was the second wave."
Damon glanced at the cat. Of course, he knew that wasn't a cat. It was Maw.
