Roars of titanic strength shook the air, the constant breaking of glass, the barrier strained under the pressure of the dead, a bright light shining somewhere on the western front, great fights breaking out in between the champions of both sides, armies clashing in desperate hope, the eyes of soldiers burning with dire perseverance, or turning dull as something infected their blood.
No matter what, the living remained on their backfoot, the pyramid suffered more and more damage, it was mended at a slower pace, cracks remained upon its surface at all times, a dreadful atmosphere spreading out over the living, its center, the royal palace, something was happening even there.
Under much pressure, a team of many members, composed of the elemental champions of Starkefolten, numerous talent holders geared toward combat and other students, not the strongest forces of Tamaris, but numerous and united enough to be able to deal the final blow to a weakened Loimos, in theory.
