It's rare for the imagery of a nightmare to be the least frightening thing about it.
Of course Mammon is frightened, but it isn't the savagery and dismemberment around him that does it. He's done this before, dashed between the shining and distorting forms of his fellow celestials and sliced into angelic bodies, took blows from them, kept fighting on until he'd had to stop.
But all he'd done was fight. He hadn't used magic in his defense to throw up ice walls, or to channel lightning strikes to his foes. He hadn't watched from every angle and seen every move before it happened, in fact he hadn't analyzed the situation at all. He hadn't thought at all.
That disturbs him far more than the war itself.
It was the worst thing to think about and as the song of mourning starts up Mammon can't handle it. He doesn't know where he's going, but he has to run.
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Of course Mammon is frightened, but it isn't the savagery and dismemberment around him that does it. He's done this before, dashed between the shining and distorting forms of his fellow celestials and sliced into angelic bodies, took blows from them, kept fighting on until he'd had to stop.
But all he'd done was fight. He hadn't used magic in his defense to throw up ice walls, or to channel lightning strikes to his foes. He hadn't watched from every angle and seen every move before it happened, in fact he hadn't analyzed the situation at all. He hadn't thought at all.
That disturbs him far more than the war itself.
It was the worst thing to think about and as the song of mourning starts up Mammon can't handle it. He doesn't know where he's going, but he has to run.