"Eric, what did you see?" Bravo asked, his voice laced with unease. He had grown accustomed to Eric's prideful demeanor—always composed, always sure of himself. For someone like him to fall to his knees and beg? Something had gone terribly wrong.
Eric slowly turned to face him. His eyes—bloodshot and trembling—radiated fury. He looked at Bravo as if the man had murdered his family in cold blood.
"It's all your fault, Bravo! We're all going to die because of you!" Eric screamed, his voice hoarse and breaking, the strain of panic and desperation wearing down his throat.
"What did you bloody see, Eric?!" Bravo barked, frustration mounting as the tension swelled around them.
"They're coming! A lot of them! Shadow slaves! We're doomed!" Eric shouted, the words crashing into the group like thunder.
Everyone fell into stunned silence. Faces paled. Breaths caught. The weight of impending death hung in the air like a heavy fog.
