Lith stood in front of Yondra, unleashing all the spells contained in his rings to buy himself a moment of respite. The living wall of Koas in front of him fell to a volley of wind blades while a sphere of darkness magic slowed the following waves of creatures, making them stumble.
On the other side of the room, Morok wasn't faring much better. Even with the physical strength of an Emperor Beast and the power of his eyes, he was slowly getting pushed back.
To make matters worse, the fallen Thorns were regrowing their bodies by feasting on the corpses of their fallen enemies. Green tentacles imbued with darkness energy wrapped around his legs and sapped his strength.
He cut them down as fast as he could but they would release toxic spores laced with darkness magic that made it hard for him to breathe.
