The true hero

On the other side of the dungeon, in the mines covered in frost and fire - Leon and Katherine stood back to back, their breath misting in the frigid air. 

All around them were monsters made of grotesque forms, twisted and mutated in different degrees after absorbing Aelthar's energy over the years.

They all lunged at their prey, their eyes glowing red in the hunger and bloodlust they felt towards living.

But then —---- everything stopped.

The creatures froze mid-attack, their contorted bodies jerking violently as if seized by an unseen force. And a heartbeat later, they collapsed.

Those who were a little far away also stopped munching on fallen corpses to heal or satiate themselves, and just castrated themselves on the ground. As if kneeling under some immense pressure.

A deathly silence suddenly swallowed the battlefield.