feels eye of balor

He had seen what was happening, too. He was screaming for a retreat, but over the roar of gunfire no one could hear him.
Then Ethniu turned the Eye upon our side of the street.
The world went red and howling. She simply tracked the Eye up and down the retaining wall, blasting it into a slope of finely ground rubble.
Some of my people saw it coming in time, and ran.
Most didn’t.
They died. They died badly, consumed in a fire made from the raw, seething hatred of a Titan. Whatever pain they feared most, they felt as they died. Images of despair and doom flashed in that fire, and so much fear that many of my people went mad in the partial second of suffering they had left before their bodies were broiled and blasted to dust.
And I felt it with them.
Seven hundred and thirty-two.
It hurt so much that I couldn’t breathe.
In the space of a long breath, Ethniu had wiped out more than half of the offensive component of my little army.

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