Something all too vibrant coursed the group. It had no trouble causing the great void to tremble, so it stood to reason that it wouldn't have any qualms pulsing through the mortals drifting within the boundless space they did not fully comprehend.
But it was not a mere vibration.
The beasts felt their time being disturbed. Indeed, a threat had come over to touch not just their lives, but the time they flowed through. For the weaker beasts, it might have been a mere pulse of dread coursing through their bodies and souls, but for the stronger ones…
Asthon and Jiggorrhax saw it.
They saw their time rising from them in shapes that matched their own. The time was colored in a mix of green and white, throbbing. As the vibration persisted, the outlines of time made to flee in the direction of the Chronocle Fiend.
The old bird and the Herald responded as quickly as they could.