Deep underground, a battle was being waged.
It had been three days since the Rebels had unleashed their Army of Azothralls, which were currently facing off against the underground forces under Azoh'Dar's command.
The Golden Azothrall had been at the front lines of the war. But his rank was only High Archon, so he was barely enough to help defend his people from the army several times stronger than his own.
'If not for Zion's runic formation, all of us might be dead by now,' Azoh'Dar thought as he retreated with the other named Azothralls.
They had held back the line repeatedly for the past few days, but that was all that they could do.
The disparity in strength left them no choice but to defend, using the Runic Formation to either give them a temporary boost in strength or help them change the underground terrain to their advantage.
