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They had lost so many of their own to the darkness, they would have lost hope if such a thing existed in them. Unwilling or unable, they would not admit defeat; instead they fought with everything they had—everything they were created to be—struggling desperately to hold the line.
The mortal world of men would have marked this passage of time as two days and two nights, just before the glistening sun rose into the despoiled sky of this world. But within the worldveil, time was nothing more than a whisper. The Protectors and the Warriors fought for centuries, eons, and mere seconds all at once; they had always battled this enemy, and yet this time it seemed different.
The balance had shifted against them. They were losing, but bravely fought the oncoming darkness churning and splinter
