The cloud spread across the battlefield. It rolled forward in waves that clung to everything it touched.
The gas settled into the lowest points of the terrain in a way that suggested it had been designed to do exactly that.
Reidar watched his army collapse into chaos. The Menageries turned on each other, ripping into flesh with mindless fury.
The undead swung their weapons at each other with confused aggression. Even the Archons were confused.
The Hive Colossi stood in their defensive circle. They were coordinated, patient, and utterly confident in their strategy. Which was weird for a monster.
They had reason to be that confident, though. The cloud was winning the battle without them having to move.
"We need to do something. Now."
"I know," Reidar said.
His mind went through the options they had available. The gas was the first problem. As long as it remained on the battlefield, his summons were worse than useless.
