A shriek was let out from someone in the crowd, which quickly turned to screams of panic. The massed crowd had already started to run in any and all directions, their unmasked terror driving them forward, fleeing for their lives. I still couldn’t get a good look at what was at the centre of all this, but it never crossed my mind to turn and run like the others. These were my people, they needed me to be strong, as my father was before me. The crowd was thinning quickly and soon the weight of what I was facing started to become clear, I tightened the grip on my now unsheathed broadsword, and stepped toward this new otherworldly terror.