Instantly, a surging river of Essence Born horrors poured through the gap, their eyes glowing with malignant joy as they bypassed the vertical climb and flooded directly into the outer courtyard. Veynar warriors…. exhausted, bleeding, and running on absolute fumes…. hurried desperately to plug the gap.
Spears locked, shields raised, they met the encroaching wave. But there were simply too many. A towering Crag-Ape smashed its stone-clad fists into the shield wall, instantly crushing three defenders into the mud. A pack of venomous stalkers darted through the legs of the Vanguard, their fangs finding the exposed calves and throats of the retreating spearmen.
Casualties started appearing at a horrifying rate. The defensive line was collapsing into an absolute, visceral slaughter.
Seeing this, Warchief Veylara finally moved.
