Chapter 177: Wrath of the Ice Demon

The ground shook as powerful spells and magical techniques ripped through the battlefield. The Last Light Company stood firm against the endless onslaught of scions, filling the canyons with cascades of infernal blood. Their reserves had since joined the fray, reinforcing and supporting wherever the lines grew weak. Their bodies were sturdy and my spells guaranteed the lives of the mercenaries, but they were still subject to the mortal constraints of exhaustion and mental fatigue.

Captain Bethiv and his vice-captain, Jackal, had split their attention, one going to rally each canyon, leaving me alone atop the icy perch overlooking the battlefield. My gaze was locked onto the Dungeon Commander, who rested coiled up beside the crevasses in the ice, through which scions continued to stream.