Bright flames flickered in the sweltering marsh. They were the light of explosives being ignited, and beneath their destructive glare, the Avalon Witch Hunters retreated through the mud and water, as silent and grim as ever.
They moved soundlessly through the marsh blessed by Avalon, fighting off the invaders in their own holy land.
Led by Natalie, the Avalon Church warriors instead ventured deeper into the marsh. Their sabotage behind enemy lines was efficient and covert, their targets clear and their movements swift. With the help of this entire stretch of land, a domain of the nature god where carnivorous things thrived, they kept the jackalmen's rear ranks in constant turmoil.
The fighting around the lord's position had lasted two days. The Avalon faithful had now destroyed as many as seven ammunition depots.
The immediate result was that the jackalmen massed before Murphy's position were using explosives noticeably less often. "Outdated tactics" such as meteor spells and war fog had once again taken center stage.
The jackalmen weren't gods.
They couldn't make their own explosives, so every bit they lost was gone for good.
"How many are left in your squad?"
The exhausted old Porter leaned against a makeshift resting place in the camp. He chewed without appetite on a high-calorie egg roll provided by the People's Army's logistics department to restore his strength, then quietly asked Amber beside him.
Amber didn't want to answer. She silently wiped the grime from her face with a damp handkerchief.
Thanks to the exoskeleton her "boyfriend" had given her, Amber had avoided any serious danger during the past few days of operations. But the mental exhaustion had left her with little interest even in talking. Unlike the other Witch Hunter commanders, who only had to complete their objectives, she also had to worry