Chief Vane, the Zerith leader, and the Veynar traitors… who had been on the absolute verge of routing moments earlier… suddenly erupted into wild, hysterical cheers.
"THE GRAND CHIEFTAIN IS UNKILLABLE!" they roared, their faces contorted with manic relief and bloodlust. "KILL THE OUTSIDER! SLAUGHTER THEM ALL!"
The Zerith stalkers joined in, their earlier despair vanishing in an instant as they raised their poison-dripping bone daggers high. Even Elder Thorne's traitorous Veynar followers shouted in a frenzy, sensing that the tide of death had finally turned back in their favor.
The sight of the Grand Chieftain rising again, his fatal chest wound squirming shut and his aura surging like a volcanic eruption, filled the Coalition with renewed, desperate confidence. To them, it looked like an absolute, unstoppable recovery…. proof that their greatest Layer 4 powerhouse simply could not be brought down.
But among the Marauder ranks, there was no celebration.
