After all that enthralling display, what remained was a suffocating silence hanging over the battlefield. It was thick with the disbelief of everyone who had just witnessed what had happened.
Water sloshed against the some rock formations and the boats, wind whispered and wailed softly, but both sounds were faint, overshadowed by Deremiah's action.
He had taken control of a Stone Sentinel.
Elora's eyes were locked onto Deremiah, narrowed with her eyes quivering. In this gaze, after seeing everything he had just done, she came to realize something.
Deremiah had corruptive abilities.
The evidence was undeniable. She had seen it with her own eyes: the way the monstrous stone warrior had been completely covered by that purple substance he controls, and it had bowed in respect to him.
It was like its once-mindless bloodlust had been completely tamed and repurposed under his command.