The tide of battle shifted once more.
The commanders were too far from the priests, they wouldn't reach in time, which was a terrifying truth. The priests, mid-ritual, were left defenseless as a spell of such magnitude required time. Well, the knights of the Church and Darkan had surrounded them for protection, yet their presence felt futile in the face of what loomed.
Because when a 6th Star wielder, worse still, one like the blood deplorable unleashed his full might, what was the difference between protected and unguarded?
To the deplorable, they were already dead.
Panic set in, swirling through the ranks like black smoke. Despair, horror, and fury warred for dominance on every face. The commanders, veterans hardened by countless wars, were sprinting with their full might toward their troops.
Losing such a number wasn't healthy at all.
Even if they won the war afterwards, they would lose a lot. They just couldn't risk it, but the situation was looking bleak.
