The God-Monsters did not press the attack for long... To them, the far side of the Alamir Mountains lay outside Calimshan's former territory.
Elemental Giants were fiercely protective of their territory. As long as their old lands remained untouched, there was no reason to die expanding them. Their companions had hurriedly recovered the cores of the few unlucky God-Monsters who had been killed, though saving them had cost another life.
As for the Air Genasi, only the smaller ones transformed from Elemental Sorcerers had died. Meteoric Firestorm was so powerful that the larger Air Genasi had kept their distance from that stretch of wall, sparing themselves the agony of being immobilized until they died. So what if their followers died? They could be revived. They would just sleep for a few thousand years.
Elemental Giants saw time differently from humans. Otherwise, they would not have emerged from ten thousand years of imprisonment acting much as they had before.
All the Undead on the wall could do was stare as the God-Monsters departed in a rolling cloud of dust. On the way, the Air Genasi mocked the Fire Genasi for losing more lives, and the two sides started fighting again.
Judging by how often the God-Monsters stooped to pick up cores, they might have lost more companions in that brawl than they had beneath the Undead's wall.
The Undead felt a headache coming on. Vera could not plant trees only in the Alamir Mountains. Once she finished restoring this area, she would surely go to Mill Forest.
A vast plain separated Mount Alarim from Mill Forest, but sharp-eyed Undead could see that almost all the trees along the forest's outer edge had withered and fallen. The God-Monsters did not necessarily want to turn Calimshan into a wasteland, but when they fought,