The battlefield only got worse. Drifters and monsters alike began scaling the wall, and the defenders of Drywall unleashed their arrows.
Arrows of flames, arrows of searing light—drifters wielding projectile abilities let loose everything they had, smashing the monsters and hurling them back down before they could climb any substantial distance.
However, they had the shadow storm itself to worry about.
The darkness crept closer, more humans and monsters pouring from its depths, and it was only a matter of time before their fate atop the wall was sealed.
Many soldiers tried to strike it, but their attacks proved utterly futile. The shadow storm sometimes hurled the attacks back at the wall, causing massive sections to explode. Some Drifters plummeted and were immediately swarmed by monsters who mercilessly gouged out their eyes.
As their comrades fell, the surviving defenders surged with greater courage and defiant will to win this battle.
