//Right, Wednesday it is. Also, I don't know what you meant by spirit, Xorlak, but I suppose you meant going into more description?\\
The burnt zombies collapsed on the ground, but got up again. The mages casted another wave of destructive flames, this time burning the zombies to cinders.
Meanwhile, Kronos quietly cursed. It took much more time to repair burned undeads, so he didn't even bother. Instead, he just arose a few new creatures on the same spot the dead ones fell. The defenders need not know the weaknesses of his troops...
The mages were amazed as new troopers arose from the ashes of the old ones. They were ever so much more amazed by the four enormous creatures coming in from the direction of the army. The bug-tank, ogre-dragon and the Gorvern got to their usual businesses - crushing larger better-armed infrantry, demolishing the city's defences, among other things. The Marcher, however, strode over to the bigger concentrations of enemy troops. Their swords were quite ineffective against the bleached bones the creature's legs consisted of.
The resurrected Blue Minotaur summoners at the top got to work. They each casted a spell into the Master Crystal also housed inside the Marcher. After every set of incantations, the Crystal shone a beam down on the ground. The illuminated place soon brought about a creature - a wyvern, a dragon whelp, an ogre... Even a minotaur, very occasionally. The newly-spawned beasts fiercely charged at the enemy.
Kronos, however, was not satisfied. The action was moving... It was not moving fast enough. Time to bring in the new instrument of war.
Back at the battlefield, a truly frightening phenomenon could be observed. At the very line of horizon, the skies were getting darker, concealing a something that was flying in the middle of the event. People were pointing and staring. The scariest thing, however, was that the thing was approaching. People could now vaguely make it out.
It looked like a blue dragon... A very deformed blue dragon. It was about 65% decayed. Loose leathery skin on the wings miraculously supported the abomination, as it dove right to the middle of the army. It opened its mouth, filling whatever was left of its lungs with air, and contracted them...
It wasn't fire that erupted from its mouth. In fact, it was quite the opposite: a concentrated icy mist froze about a dozen soldiers in place. Ground-bound zombies were now effortlessly shattering the defenceless troops.
//I can't quite control both sides of the fight - if not Haraldur, somebody please take control of the Ugran army. I just can't get myself to go against my own side...\\
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Steorra smiled at Vincent's proposition.
-"Thank you, it is indeed a generous offer. Especially considering the fact that I've just joined your side. I mean, judging by the fact that, according to you, these ships of air are the most advanced on Gaian, I suspect that we are in a secret compound. Chances are you wouldn't let just anyone in here. I do not know how you do it, my friend, but you've certainly won my trust. Oh, and of course, I am on your side", she quickly mended. "Well, enough talk, I suppose... Darak, I'll see you soon, I hope."
She flew up through the hangar bay doors, and fluttered in the air far above the ground. Her wings could still be recognized, even in broad daylight.
