It took a lot to shatter the mask of composure that Noorh developed over the past ten years.
He remained calm in the midst of witnessing the chaos in Lahnthea. He remained in control even when the odds were stacked against him in the royal court. He kept his cool when he battled one giant monster after another to succeed in his mission.
But facing the approaching flock of winged-serpents was enough to make his eyes grow wide with terror.
He had seen how easily they could ravage a village, pluck its screaming villagers like fruits from a tree, and greedily devour them in one swoop. They attacked in groups that no gifted warrior could single-handedly survive from.
Noorh raised his hand in front of him. His dark eyes burned several shades of blue as cold sweat slid down his spine.
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