Shrouded Moon Festival (Part 3)

Exile cursed as he looked around for a solution to their situation. He attempted to cast other miracles, but the dome suppressed his divine power!

The warriors fought on, stumbling backwards to place their backs to the dome so they could not be taken from behind. Exile felt useless in that situation as he watched even Ania struggle to hold off the onslaught. 'Is this it? Am I going to lose her?' Exile's rage flared at the thought. However, he could only watch as more of the warriors fell to the attack.

Something burned in the back of Exile's mind. As if he had witnessed a key detail, but failed to fully register it. 'What is it? What did I miss?' A few more minutes passed before he spotted one of the foxfires going out.