Time never mattered, for the heavens had always borne witness to those who toiled.
And the wizards of the Thirteenth Regiment did.
It was unknown whether the gods were pleased with their efforts or if they were merely destined to live today.
However, after fifteen minutes of brutal fighting, the night skies shone a ray of hope.
They'd almost broken through the thin layer of beasts trying to encircle them from the left!
"FIRE!!!" roared the Imperial Wizard Army officers, ablaze with determination.
Zephyron's breathing grew heavy, but not once did he stop, slicing and dicing the Fell Beasts with his cutting winds.
And soon enough…
"FIRE!!"
With one last, coordinated volley, a brief opening appeared, which was then secured by the earth elemental mages forming a rather short but thick layer of Earthen Walls to prevent the flanking fell force from filling the tiny gap they worked so hard for.
