Practically everyone inside the dome had come across a darkness creature at least once.
They had seen their horror. They had witnessed their hunger. Their insatiable desire to rip humans apart until there was nothing left.
Their reason for hating humanity was still very much unknown, but their threat was clear.
Regardless, every human that encountered a darkness creature had always said the same thing, they felt the aura of death wash over them. A chilling sensation, like their entire existence was wrong.
It was that wave of wrongness that spread across the entire stronghold the moment the vita veil shattered.
For a moment, no one moved. No one breathed.
A chill ran through the stronghold. Bodies began to shake, hearts began to thunder, eyes trembled. People soiled themselves. Yet, no one dared to move.
Panic. Dread. Despair.
All gripped the people like an iron vice.
