The air around turned into one that pierced through their skin like two edged-swords. The sharpness and coldness of it tore right into them, bringing a different kind of pain, and a different kind of fear. Aziza’s words rang like the devil bellowing on them, it left them with nothing but regret, fear and the feeling of death hovering above each of them.
Her words were so powerful, it chilled their bones and hearts. The smell of death had never been so evident in the air even when they were known to be warriors who had seen enough blood to know what death was like. This was a totally different scenario from all the blood baths they might have had during their petty wars. The feel of the power that washed over them was more like waves of terror, eating at their hearts and bones.
Aziza didn
