For the first time in thousands of years, the guardians were standing outside their lines.
The black starship was crisscrossing the space, sweeping away remnants of deadly corrosion and harmful debris as fast as it could. Makeshift outposts and defensive platforms were set up to reinforce the less secure positions, and the caster kept a watchful eye on the edge of the field, ready for any sudden counterattack by the corrupted—everything was in order.
Elsewhere on the battlefield, the alarmingly large army of UAVs was regrouping and retreating in an orderly fashion. They were setting up bunkers and UAV stores farther away from their hubs. Such a gesture effectively reduced the guardians' fear of the terrifying machinery.
