Cold winds howled.
Temperatures in the Overseas Islands had gradually dropped after the onset of winter, but today the drop seemed exceptionally noticeable.
Goria stood atop the Arcane Tower, manipulating the massive Mythal. Yet as a few crystal snowflakes drifted down, she seemed to sense something and gently nodded toward the distance in acknowledgment.
The battle below continued.
Although Port Nyanzaru appeared to hold a huge advantage, the enemy's numbers were simply too vast.
Endless undead practically filled the field of vision. The Duergar shield warriors' defensive line was continuously compressed, and casualties gradually mounted. Even after using golems to consume vast amounts of cannon fodder, the undead army still outnumbered Port Nyanzaru by more than five times. Mid-tier demons began breaking through the defense lines, and Drow instructors drew their blades to join the fight. In Port Nyanzaru, only these high-level professional Drow could go toe-to-toe with these demons. The pressure on the clerics grew heavier, and some clerics who had exhausted their divine magic began gripping their warhammers to join the melee.
Clerics in this world were not helpless spellcasters; they could wear heavy armor and wield warhammers to fight on the front lines.
On the other side of the battlefield.
Orcus's situation seemed somewhat unfavorable. Having resurrected for the third time, he had not recovered to the peak of his power. Neither the Undead Monarch nor the God of Death, Naram, would allow him to fully recover, and Undeath kept Orcus restrained.
Soren's suppression began to become obvious.
Likewise, due to the presence of the Mythal, the combat effectiveness of enemy spellcasters dropped significantly. Many of the lich's low-tier spells lost their effect, while the preparation time for high-tier spells dragged on. Dark Blade and Inquisition assassins imbued with divinity by Soren had kept their eyes on