🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

"She speaks well, but these warriors will have to deal with Kurva for their betrayal, and they are unlikely to fear her any less than random invaders from Asuguh." – thought the Queen of the Skraims, the very ones whose safety Phainiant never quite decided to pay for. Somehow, Kamistella was handed cigars. Smoking is harmful to your health. But if it can save a life in a critical situation... then, okay. However, the lunar elf soon realized that she had either underestimated the charisma of Commander Ushumgall or the cowardice of the calcite warriors. The disjointed meat shield in front of Kurva's fortifications was blown away like the wind. Even the intelligent zombies of Sariosa didn't run that fast. Yes, they ran... they could run, but Kamistella couldn't yet, because the fun evening with the Skraims pleased her soul, but in return, it physically exhausted her more than anything. "Are there any volunteers to reinforce against enemy attacks?" the lunar elf asked in a matter-of-fact tone. "I can cast another wall. Or speed things up... everything will be useful in the upcoming battle." There's a long way to go to the enemy's fortifications... She will probably have to limit herself to a support role. A slightly delayed, but still support role.