The Beamon infantry phalanx's situation had become as bad as it could be. The Ant Army swarmed like a flood overrunning a creek, toppling the strong bodies of the Beamon warriors en masse. The original large and orderly infantry formation had been fragmented into about a dozen spherical defensive stands; among these, four were relatively large. However, even the largest defense stood small and pitiful within the tens of miles of the endless Ant Swarm across the rocky desert.
Each infantry formation was shrinking rapidly at every moment, the brave Beamon warriors unable to stop the terrifying ants from their frenzied biting, even with their mighty strength.
At every moment, Shamans were casting life magic, striking the surging endless ant swarm with chain lightning, utilizing their precious lives to give the comrades beside them one last sliver of hope.
