"Fall back! Formation delta!"
Captain Ryver's training took over as void entities swarmed them. The strike team formed a defensive circle, warriors on the outside, magic users in the center.
Elaria's void magic flared, creating barriers that held back the first wave. Beside her, Draven's shadows became weapons, striking anything that came close. Amariel chanted continuously, her priestess magic disrupting the entities' coherence.
"There's too many!" one soldier screamed before an entity grabbed him, dragging him into the darkness.
"Hold the line!" Valeria commanded, her power radiating outward in pulses that stunned nearby creatures.
But the Weaver's army was endless. For every entity they defeated, three more appeared.
"This is pointless," Elaria gasped, exhaustion setting in. "We c
