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The battle was going their way. Many of the soldiers were either dead or fleeing, those who remain still trying to fight against beings more skilled than they were. Their leader was also thrown into another dimension from the force of Laadan's ethereal weapon. Now they needed something to stop them, went the collective instinct of the Chosen Few. Not many things go as planned.
However, having been thrown across many dimensions and witnessed things mortal men are fortunately blind of, they had developed a sense for abnormal fluctuations in space-time, although said sense was still very acute. So they felt a slight jitter in the space-time flow which made them minutely uncomfortable, though not much had changed from their perspective. Although, it seems Herobrine was looking much better. Unnaturally better. No dying man suddenly started recovering from their wounds before, unless they were given a boon by some god.