[Give me ten minutes.] Wrayly's message was succinct, a soldier's response to a battlefield in flux. Ten minutes wasn't a significant amount of time to wait, especially in the context of a war that had already spanned nearly a full day.
However, for a fleeting moment, I actually doubted whether his addition would be effective at all. It wasn't a slight against his capability; it was simply a reflection of the reality on the ground.
My warriors were moving like a literal tsunami.
The enemy's early-on defensive line, which had seemed so formidable and impenetrable only an hour ago, had been utterly shattered.
The three initial attacks from my Fallen Gods had acted like siege hammers against glass. Everywhere I looked, the Illusionist forces were in a state of total rout, fleeing in panic under the relentless pursuit of my vanguard.
