By the time Sunny and Nephis escaped from the noxious cloud, the situation on the battlefield had changed.
The Wolves, the Nightsingers, and the Fire Keepers were cut off from the Nightmare Creatures by the deathly miasma, so they received a few moments of respite. The poison itself, meanwhile, was blown into the depths of the horde by Sky Tide's winds, wreaking havoc among the abominations.
Suddenly, the pressure on the center of the army formation lessened.
The fighting on the flanks, however, only grew more furious.
Sunny reached the line of soldiers, passed between the forward fighters, and plopped down on the ground, breathing heavily. Nephis was in no better state than him — worse, actually. The pain of having to use her Abilities for so long had taken a toll on her.
