Natt and the other Gnomes were shocked out of their lost state by the sudden rise of the frightening auras of both Grey and the emissary's planned deciding attack. The attacks kicked up the wind as they gathered all the essence in the area.
"Looks like it's the final stand." Natt commented, but his voice sounded soulless. He truly felt like a person without a soul since he lost his cultivation.
The other two Gnomes nodded absentmindedly to this. They knew that no matter who the winner of this battle turned out to be, their fates were already sealed. A useless Gnome was as good as dead, because if they returned to their world, the chances of being killed by some people they had butted heads with previously was quite high. And what was worse, no one with the exception of their families would want to stand up for them, and that was still under probability since no one would want to start a war for someone who had no use.
