The phantomatic soldiers of Antieeld spread out quickly, bringing their assistance to all that could still be helped, but a few fronts had been left without generals and with no more than a handful of soldiers, incapable of fighting back against the undeads, all attack forces from the dark had changed completely, not a single front was under assault of regular foot soldiers, knights and elites were everywhere, the near entire surface of the life pyramid was covered in cracks.
Those in charge of repairing the barrier could no longer follow with the damage inflicted, rumbles shook it completely as Svaltimas was thrown against its surface, his pale blue hide, once considered nigh unbreakable, had turned red, blood and flesh exposed to the outside, marks of dire burns riddling his body, veins smouldering from the inside out, wings torn and broken, one of his hind legs ripped off completely, pinned against the barrier.
