Objectively speaking, they were stuck now. Couldn't break through. Reinforcements? None, of course; they had a higher chance of a miracle than that happening. They were encircled, a thousand to one, maybe more. The Holy Relic's dome made war of attrition a surefire way to die, at least without any surprises along the way. And judging by the strength of those surrounding them, Cassim wanted to tire them, and more specifically, Malik out, so that he and his ten Jinn could come along and kill them all.
This was a well-designed culling ground.
Quite an obvious one, but well designed nevertheless.
One where thousands upon thousands of bodies would be thrown into the meat grinder.
"Fuck."
Muttered Khamal, dragging a shield into position near the forming barricades.
"He wants to erase us. Every last one."
His people nodded at those words while continuing their work.
