"General Bret, the reglios seem to be going berserk! The undead have also all collapsed." A young male elf reported. His face was covered in sweat, and his chest was heaving up and down. He had just come from the front lines.
"Alright. Just do your best to hold on. Do not let Madam Ishtar's barrier go to waste. The only reason we have not lost a single life yet is due to her protection. What is the report with the skeletal hands and the giant monsters reported before?" Bret had been stuck in the command tent trying to keep his people alive.
"We are not sure. We can not get close enough. We only know that the Lord and the Madams are all fighting." The young male elf answered.