Zariah gasped as she felt her strength leave her, her concentration was broken and she collapsed to a knee, supporting her weight with a hand on Gretha's back.
"Just how many are they?!" Commander Alan exclaimed as he rushed to Zariah's aid.
"Breathe... breathe..." Commander Alan said slowly as he placed a hand on Zariah's shoulder, guiding her to ease her panting breaths.
Commander Alan had completely forgotten their previous differences in the face of the forsaken army and had been extremely supportive, guarding Zariah and watching in concern as the Crimson Flame drained her energy.
Zariah's hands trembled as she lifted her gaze to the battle below, the Crimson Flame lighting up the weapons of the Northern battle mers had begun depleting in ferocity the moment Zariah had lost concentration,
