The area spells were working their magic on the zombies, and every wave that replaced one that had been destroyed was in a bit worse shape. Then, for a few glorious moments, there were no more zombies on the front line, only wounded ones shambling through the blizzard.
"Catch your breath and prepare for the next wave. After this, it will be a steady wave of wounded zombies, but the storms will help keep the battle from attracting more of the creatures." Prince Corbin shouted to his Sect members.
Karl's team, mostly the summoned creatures, could take care of the influx for a few minutes. With the area damage and the slow movement of the zombies, they were arriving already heavily damaged.
Plus, with the initial wave dead, they were losing their guidance, and they weren't charging straight ahead anymore. They were lingering in the storm, and many of the weak ones were dying without ever making it to the front.
