Death Bastion turned into a vise that ground skeletons into dust and zombies into meat paste. After losing their infantry, the Ghouls stopped the attack and retreated. The barrier prevented them from sneaking inside the camp from below just like the sun made attacking from above suicidal.
"This is all your fault!" Captain Kortus said before people could have a clear idea of what had happened. "If you didn't order the mercenaries to leave the camp, this wouldn't have happened. Your thirst for glory left us open to an attack!"
Phloria's right hook put an end to the argument, breaking Kortus's jaw, cheekbone, and sending him tumbling on the ground until a carriage stopped him.
"In case you've already forgotten, there's still people in the caves who need our help. All those who are combat-ready follow me. We need to open that door!" She looked at the sky, hoping to see the Friya's guildmates back.
