The beleaguered adventuring expedition waisted no time in responding to Violet's call, their previous steady escape from the battlefield that claimed the entire western part of the city walls, turned into a full on sprint.
The wounded warriors were dragged along, regardless of comfort or practicality, now was not the time to be conscientious of existing wounds, only survival mattered and they needed to flee to have any hope of survival.
A stream of apostles rushed towards them from the freshly opened spatial rift, dozens quickly turning into hundreds as a seemingly endless army of horrors bared down on them.
The mages present unleashed powerful waves of spells at the approaching foes. Deadly lances of shadows skewered half a dozen in a single go, balls of fire exploded in concentrated conflagrations that ignited any unlucky creature to be too close, spears of void pierced through multiple enemies at once before detonating into a sphere of devastation.
