The volume of the horde was simply too massive. The sheer numbers of the swarm were finally grinding the defenders to dust.
The sprawling barricades of compressed rock and minerals Julius had pulled from the earth to patch the broken perimeter began to fracture. The problem wasn't the structural integrity of the stone... The problem was the fuel.
Julius had been working with less than 10% energy long ago.
Maintaining dominion over a battlefield this large required an astronomical volume of ether. His core felt like a hollow, burning cavity in his chest. His vision blurred at the edges, and a cold sweat plastered his hair to his forehead. He was actively directing the surviving Gold-rank Tamers, shouting coordinates and trying to manage the chaos, but he was constantly forced into an impossible triage.
