Elsewhere, upon the Corpse Clan's Central Fortress, Belfast stood atop the highest command platform, his gaze fixed upon the battlefield beyond the collapsing defensive formation.
The enormous corpse-array suspended above the fortress trembled incessantly, and every passing moment, another layer shattered, another defensive node dimmed, and another report arrived.
His ethereal expression grew uglier with each passing breath as the Evernight Council refused to stop, like an endless tide of darkness; their offensive continued without pause.
War fortresses advanced, siege formations were activated, and Rune Crafters continuously dismantled every defensive formation painstakingly erected by the Corpse Clan over the past weeks.
'Boom...'
'Boom...'
'BOOM!'
Each explosion echoed like a death knell. Even through the protective formations, Belfast could already see countless Evernight participants flooding across the battlefield behind their elite forces.
