The Army's withdrawal hastened with the need to catch up with the forces at the rear of the civilians. Wounded men were supported between able-bodied fighters, with no one left behind as they shifted toward the main evacuation corridor with eyes on the 'waiting' Voidling forces.
Along the route, there was more advantageous ground than this open townscape. Everyone there hoped that the creatures would not fully commit before then, though the chances were slim.
"Keep it tight!"
Captain Cyera called to her soldiers as Qatrand moved along the side with the thickest glows of white fire-points. The shield bearer paced behind her while Kefa and Helace took to the other side in case of smaller ambushes. Ryder stuck to the center ready to pivot in either direction if needed.
"Scout from the escort teams reported clear paths to the rendezvous point."
A sergeant reported to the older woman.
"Then we follow as planned. Quicken the pace by another beat."
