The battlefield had descended into utter chaos, swallowed by a thick, all-consuming fog.
Nightmare creatures attacked without pause, and the Empire's side was the sole loser in this exchange.
While soldiers fell one after another, dropping like flies, the Ultras had done nothing but unleash the nightmare beasts upon them. In other words—despite the oceans of blood spilled and the savagery of the clash—
the Ultras had not lost a single life in the most recent engagement.
The Empire's situation was dire, and the miasma of the Ghasts, fused with the power of the Cosmos, only made things worse.
Unity was no longer an option—everyone was fighting their own desperate battle somewhere inside that fog.
Among them, Snow Lionheart's fight was surely the most grueling of all. He was forced to face the Nightmare Lord directly while fending off countless other abominations.
