Everything was supposed to go smoothly. Everything had been meticulously planned, even though they had to fight this battle impromptu, with no understanding of their enemy and insufficient time for preparation.
But still, the battle had been progressing well—for the most part, they were winning. It was just one catastrophe they couldn't overcome.
The crawling darkness.
Initially, they utilized the city wall's defenses. The defense cast a shield of light over the city, making it nearly impossible for anything with an elemental body to enter—darkness, fire, light, nothing of that caliber could penetrate, so the darkness remained trapped.
During this respite, Gourdon was dispatched to the wall to find a way to combat the writhing darkness, but even that proved futile.
Eventually, the drifters on the wall had to evacuate and retreat deeper into the city. Meanwhile, Gourdon alone defended the entire wall—no monster, drifter enthralled or otherwise, could breach his position.
