There, below them and in a mindless chase of sheer malice, were at least two thousand Forsaken Legionaries, twenty Condemned Centurions, and four of the terrifying Ashbound Praetors.
The wraith army was like a pallid gray flood of death as they gave chase.
Had it not been for the limited width of the hallway allowing them to fight on only two sides, the wretches of Egress would've long been swallowed up already.
Fortunately, Caleb had been learning.
He sensed through a mix of intuition and experience that the horrifying sight would strike hard at the morale of his army, so he quickly spoke through the white ribbon:
"Steady your hearts! Don't be overwhelmed by their numbers! Once we obtain the relic, everything will be fine! Their numbers wouldn't matter much by then!"
It would've been nice if he could elaborate on the last part instead of just repeating what Nando told him.
But what could he do except work with what he had?
