As they approached the hostile playing hide-and-seek among the rubble, Tom began to feel something. There was a strangeness that radiated from the monster, something that touched deep wells of loathing in Tom’s soul and woke the small animal spirit in him. That spirit cried out and urged him to run away from the thing stalking ever closer, to hide and cower, to do anything but confront it. Now he understood what had happened to Second Team. Magic-induced fear was suppressing them. He’d been annoyed by the hostile before, but now he hated it for what it had done to his men and was trying to do to him.