The Zerith at the front tried to stop, but the ones behind kept pushing, creating a chaotic pile-up in the narrow ravine.
But the Veynar didn't stop.
BOOM!
The shield wall slammed into the front line of stalkers with crushing force.
The angled shields acted like a plow, lifting the first few Zerith off their feet and throwing them backward into their comrades. And almost immediately, bones snapped and screams erupted.
The sheer momentum of sixty elite warriors in perfect formation was overwhelming.
Spears thrust out from between the shields like deadly thorns, impaling the trapped Zerith.
Blood sprayed freely across the bone wall as the Veynar kept pushing forward, trampling the fallen under their boots.
"Push! Push, you bastards!" a warrior shouted, his voice filled with savage joy.
The Zerith were panicking now.
They couldn't understand what was happening, they were sleeping peacefully after roasting and devouring a small group of captured humans.
