Dominic's eyes flashed as he lifted his arm into the heavens, a cruel smile playing on his face while the battlefield noise around him did not stop, yet somehow felt like it had been pushed farther away.
It was at that exact moment both Broken Dawn and the remaining eastern camp soldiers felt their bodies react before their minds could even catch up. It was not heat like fire, it was not cold like ice either. It was a strange sensation that made their veins feel tense and their hearts stutter, as if something invisible had reached into their chests and squeezed once, not hard enough to kill them, but hard enough to remind them they were alive and could easily stop being alive.
A few soldiers nearest to him suddenly placed their hands on their throats and stomachs, their eyes widening as sweat poured down their faces even though the air itself did not feel hot.
