At the most critical moment, a streak of white cut through the chaos and appeared between the priest and the five skeletons chasing her, halting them in their tracks like a wall dropped from the sky. For a split second, it felt like salvation had arrived out of nowhere, because everyone else was already stretched thin and barely holding their roles together.
The mage and marksman were doing everything they could to kite, constantly repositioning to maintain distance while still dealing damage. The rogue had locked one skeleton down in a permanent stun loop, making him the safest person on the battlefield by far. But the shield tank was under immense pressure. He had shifted his tower shield sideways, no longer guarding just a few lanes but blocking the entire width of the bridge. Earlier, he had only been responsible for three columns of enemies, but now every single skeleton was slamming into him at once.
