Last, but not least, Nandi had gained full dominion over the world energy and used it to feed his fellow Eldritches.
Between their Mirror Magic and the might of their bodies, not even Divine Beasts could slow them down as they butchered their way through the battlefield.
The moment Thrud had died, the last shred of hope had followed her.
None of her soldiers was a leader, they were followers of her dreams and ambitions. With Valeron the Second allegedly dead and the True Queen slain, they had no will to fight anymore.
By the time Sylpha had offered them a truce, they had already been decimated.
"Now you know." Ophius wiped the tears that were streaking down Leari's cheeks. "There's no such thing as Thrud's army anymore. What you see here is what's left. Of her 32 Divine Beasts, Leegaain only saved those like you and me.
"The eight of us are alive because we are unique existences, not because he felt pity for us."