The subtle silvery rays of the Luna shone upon the world, dimly illuminating a certain forest with the help of fires from torches and the occasional bright projectiles fired by wizards and Manatech Artillery.
As the night deepened, the battle in Parralen Valley also intensified.
The Imperial Army officers thought that, with enough casualties, the horde would retreat once more, giving them a few hours to breathe.
But no…
This time, it seemed that the remaining three thousand or so fell creations were determined to finally break through, uncaring whether the beast beside them was dead or alive.
They marched ever forward like a raging storm, destroying everything in their path.
Due to the all-out attack, the wizards of the Imperial Army had to fight back even harder, or they would be overwhelmed.
They desperately stood their ground, scuffling with the beasts in the limited space of the valley's rift.
