A few minutes before the battle at the shipyard took place, two dozen acolytes snuck out of the complex with anxious looks on their faces. Their eyes were fixed on the distant horizon that embodied their long-awaited freedom.
However, as they were all without the protection of the main group, they couldn't help but feel too exposed to dash across the fields towards said freedom. Especially when they saw the approaching thousands of Nightwalker creatures that had filled up one part of the courtyard and were currently clashing with the elves.
"Those things!! There are so many of them!!"
"They are leaving us!! We must go now!!"
"No! Are you crazy?! We won't make it with those creatures in the way!!"
While they were busy debating whether to go or not, they suddenly fell silent when they saw hundreds of Nightwalkers split from the horde and head right in their direction.
"We are going to die!!" screamed one of them hysterically.
