The barrier was weakening as our mana reserves dwindled, and one by one, those who had no mana left collapsed to the ground. It was only a matter of time before the barrier crumbled entirely. The dome of shimmering light that had protected us now flickered ominously; each pulse weaker than the last.
Outside, the nightcrawlers' relentless assault continued, their decaying bodies slamming into the barrier, leaving smears of rotting flesh and an overpowering stench of decay.
The nightcrawlers' assault grew more and more desperate, their attacks more frenzied. Each impact on the barrier was met with a pulse of light, repelling them, but each pulse grew weaker. The barrier shimmered, a translucent dome of light that as it was continuously bombarded by nightcrawlers clawing and biting at it, trying to force their way through.
