Aesa arrived at another battlefield only moments after separating from Eccar. The defenders there were in even worse condition.
An entire district near the outer walls had become a nightmare of destruction and death. Buildings had collapsed into the streets. Fires burned among homes. The portal hanging above the center of the district pulsed like a dark heart while endless disturbing creatures poured from it.
The defenders were barely holding on. Several knights fought with broken armor and blood covering their bodies. Mages struggled to cast even basic spells as their Magic reserves neared depletion. Corpses littered the streets around them in various conditions.
The voice of the Void Architect continued echoing inside the minds of the defenders.
"Stop fighting."
"You have already lost."
"There is no hope."
The pressure continued wearing down their morale.
Then the temperature suddenly dropped. The defenders immediately felt a chilling wind swept through the battlefield.
