"Thank you Lady Nanna, we'll endure till then." The frost troll lieutenant replied while thumping his chest.
Ten minutes was neither a long nor a short time when it came to the battlefield, but it was the time they were given so he had to make it work.
An endless cacophony of ice spells and wails erupted from the frontline. Ghosts were repeatedly pushed back into the deluge by the elementals and revenants, the frontline continued to hold in a fragile state. The wraiths were still nowhere to be seen but Loki was keeping his eyes peeled and reporting on their movements every 60 seconds.
The reapers and similarly ranked ghosts continued to amass, the horde conjugating in the middle of the winter forest. Whatever they managed to kill seemed to be replaced a moment later.
