The battle was not ending, no matter how many soldiers were mauled and maimed, more kept flooding in, Iliz noticed that the position from which the soldiers were emerging had been subtly moving down as the confrontation went on, allowing them to manifest into the realm with their feet on the ground.
All of the tall grasses had been cut down at this point, struggling to regrow even with the constant influx of spirit life, cut down again and stampeded, the priestess was feeling suspicious, the undead had managed to adjust the position of their passage, who was to say that they couldn't just suddenly move it a far distance away, allowing their living soldiers to pour out and pile up without being culled?
Though, the influx was still enough to allow many of them to be up and running at any given time.
"What a shitshow, huh?"
"Irlitimiz, is it time to switch already?"
