The first Trolls to gather around Talanji were extremely lucky. Torga's Mist neutralized the corrosive effects of the Undead Storm.
Although the soldiers suffered injuries of varying severity, at least they survived.
The Drakkari soldiers farther from Talanji contorted grotesquely. Their upper bodies bent backward, and thick blue frost mist poured from their faces.
Wails filled the Stronghold. An unseen terror utterly shattered the soldiers' will to fight.
Large numbers of tribal soldiers began throwing away their weapons and fleeing the Stronghold.
The High Oracle Order cursed the fools who deserted, but its members could barely save themselves.
The area covered by Torga's Mist kept shrinking as the Death Storm pressed closer. The effects of Talanji's enhancement spells gradually faded.
"Quick, retreat to the south gate," Talanji said.
Before her words had faded, an explosion blasted a huge crater in the flat ground near the south gate.
The already ruined wall collapsed completely.
Their escape route was blocked.
Damn it!
Talanji cursed inwardly.
Normally, blasting through this high wall would have been effortless for Talanji. But now, she had to maintain Torga's Mist to protect everyone from the Undead Storm's corrosion.
As for Prophet Zul, he rarely used large-scale destructive witchcraft. He, too, was helpless before the collapsed wall.
Unless he could use that power.
Just as Talanji and Zul found themselves at a loss, tiles and stones were pushed out from beneath the rubble. A narrow passage appeared before them.
The soldiers no longer cared whether the underground passage led outside the city. As long as it let them escape the Death Storm, that was enough.
Survival was every soldier's instinct.
"Princess Talanji, hurry inside. This passage leads outside the city," a red-haired Drakkari Troll called, waving to her.
Talanji thought the young Troll looked familiar, but she could