The Iron Saints rode behind them, an elite force of steel, their warhorses pounding the earth as they thundered towards the shattered infantry lines. The foot soldiers, already wavering, broke apart further under the relentless assault of abyssal swarms. Towering titans wrestled amidst the chaos, every strike shaking the battlefield and crushing scores beneath their massive blows.
The skies above were a storm of death, arrows in black sheets, boulders hurled from twisted engines, and the hiss of gigantic bolts cutting the air, all raining destruction over Asher and his men as they pressed closer to the frontline.
His jaw tightened. Even though Saelix's corruption was held at bay by the Mythril crystal dust forged into their armour and the incorruptible nature of their spirit allies, the truth was plain: her legions dwarfed theirs many times over.
