"The battle in Mac'Aree is at a stalemate."
Dick frowned as he read the message Uther had sent back. He could not bring himself to feel happy, even though Hasabel, the Burning Legion's Portal Keeper, had been killed in the very first battle. Kil'jaeden had displayed unparalleled intelligence and decisiveness in responding to this surprise attack.
Led by the Argus War Council, a third of the elite demons from the Antoran Wastes had broken through the First Defensive Line Uther had established just three hours after the Mac'Aree Ruins fell under undead control. These demons had brought siege weapons, and their dark green artillery fire had all but blotted out the sky as they plowed through the Mac'Aree Ruins from end to end.
Lacking offensive and defensive weapons, Uther could only lead his most elite undead in retreat to a safe area in the face of that blanket bombardment, leaving the awakened undead to fight the demons to the death. In the end, they were defeated by the demonic army commanded by the War Council.
"It's only natural that they lost."
Velen also looked somewhat regretful. He moved the black gemstone prayer beads in his hands as he replied, "The War Council was originally made up of the wisest Eredar of the Argus Triumvirate. After embracing darkness, they turned their wisdom into military cunning that drove destruction forward. They're practically the best military minds on all of Argus."
"Uther's defeat was understandable... but over in Mac'Aree, the Army of the Light finally chose to join the battle. With their help, at least Uther won't lose his entire army. We need him in Mac'Aree to take some of the pressure off us."
Dick put down the message in his hands and raised his head to look at the already battered second