The rain of spells never stopped falling on the enemy's outer lines; the trail of corpses was high, but the number of enemies arriving was greater.
It was an endless flood, the Rankers, the players, the mages, everyone was giving their best but it was an overwhelming number of enemies.
It wasn't long until the vanguard, made up of 250 men, was overwhelmed on the flanks. It was like trying to stop a wave of the sea with your bare hands; it slipped through your fingers, it slipped off the edges.
Most of the monstrous tide that couldn't be contained, fell over the side of the cliff.
Without stopping, like a devouring swarm, that's what it was, the mantis monsters began to climb and jump between the rocks on the slope.
Belius' voice echoed above the din of the battle.
