(Execution Livestream Continuation, Aegon Veyr's POV)
Veyr watched everything unfolding around him with bated breath, his awareness stretched thin as he was forced to witness too many things at once.
The clash between Soron and Helmuth raged close enough for him to feel every violent ripple of power, the two Gods going at each other at speeds his mortal eyes could not even comprehend, while at the same time, he could also see the Cult Army advance toward him inch by inch, their formations tightening, thinning, reforming as they paid for every meter with blood.
'This… this is not good….'
The realization settled heavily in his chest as the battle dragged on, as the screams began to blur together and the number of fallen grew faster than his mind wanted to process.
'So many are dying for me….'
The thought did not come with pride.
It came with guilt.
