After going through constant fighting with basically no time to rest, it was no wonder that the acolytes were all in such awful condition. Unfortunately for them, the arrival of the elven ships became the last hurdle they needed to survive before they finally reached sanctuary.
Standing among one of the tall sections of ruins, Thrax gave a loud cry as he poured all the strength his body could muster into his spear, throwing the mighty weapon hurtling through the air at breakneck speed towards one of the approaching elven ships.
The spear landed on its mark, but unfortunately it was not powerful enough to pierce through the ship's metal body. Nevertheless, it was enough to force the ship off its trajectory and crash into one of the ruins.
"Everyone get through the gate, now!"
