The deathly silence over the gray plain shattered.
An army built from memories closed in from every direction.
They gave no battle cries and made no sound as they marched. They carried only the pure intent to tear every living thing apart.
These warriors came from different eras and wielded all manner of bizarre combat techniques.
At the front marched a formation of heavily armored knights bearing tower shields. Their steps fell in unison, each one sending a faint tremor through the ground of the Mirror World.
On both flanks rode spectral archers on Skeletal Warhorses. Arrows of resentment strong enough to pierce souls gathered on their drawn bows.
Behind the army floated spellcasters of every shape. As they chanted lost incantations, frost, flame, and shadow began to gather in the air.
Farther back lurked countless misshapen monsters. They roared and writhed, radiating primal chaos and madness.
This army was a museum of war: the strongest fighters Valak had selected from the countless memories he had devoured.
"Cough..."
Mirror's body grew even more translucent. She could barely stand, leaning against Dawn's back.
This world was an extension of her will. The arrival of such an immense, hostile army felt like a billion steel needles piercing her mind at once.
The presence of those intruders polluted and pressed upon every inch of the world.
The silver sky began to dim.
"Hold on."
Dawn's voice was low, but his resolve was unshakable.
He held the Mekong Jaw Blade before him. The Divinity of Flash Shadow formed an invisible field of kinetic energy around his body.
"I'll take care of them."
"No... Dawn, there are too many... They'll drain your strength..." Mirror's voice came in broken gasps. "I can still... create illusions to buy you..."
"Save your strength."
Dawn cut her off.
"Just