Twenty soldiers broke completely, their minds unable to handle what they were seeing. They clawed at their own eyes, screaming incoherently, their sanity shattered beyond any healing.
The remaining one hundred sixty soldiers tried to hold formation, but Satou could see their discipline fracturing. Could see the way their hands shook, the way they glanced at each other with eyes that begged someone else to make the decision to run.
He gave them no such mercy.
[SHADOW ABSOLUTE ]
The shadows on the nightmare-warped battlefield responded to his will like extensions of his own body. They rose up, solidified into tentacles of pure darkness, and lashed out at the human formation.
Shadow tendrils wrapped around soldiers, constricting like serpents. Men screamed as the darkness squeezed, crushing armor, breaking bones, suffocating life from bodies. Twenty soldiers died in the first wave of shadow attacks.
