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Chapter Three Hundred Eight: ‘The Crisis in the Luthic...’
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Rarely had the Living Void been pushed so hard. Kallmakk the Nightspinner simply would not die. Crushing blow after crushing blow, the stubborn bastard took them all--and kept moving forward, besides.

Since joining, Dozer had been fighting for two entire days without a true break. And apparently, the battle had already been going on for multiple days beforehand.

At times, it was an exercise in tedium. A battle of incredible attrition. The feldeath’s mood was likely to blame. Dozer had noticed that about his encounters with the creatures over the years. Their energy levels tended to fluctuate, even in the midst of combat.

It had to do with the way they became enraged, he suspected. It only made sense that their emotions would subside after a while, if only by a little. And with it, their attacks became slightly less ferocious.

Of course, to the average combatant, such differences would probably be imperceptible. Even their weaker attacks were still capable of obliterating most servants.

Not to mention, the lulls were temporary. In drawn out conflicts like this one, it was only a matter of time before the thing became enraged again.

And then things weren’t so tedious, all of a sudden. In fact, things became a little too exciting, even for Dozer’s liking.

The conventional wisdom, therefore, was to strike during a lull. If it was less dangerous, then it was more vulnerable, yes?

No. Because it also withdrew into itself during those times, bolstering its defenses. And with particularly powerful feldeaths like this one, doing any kind of damage to it at all became almost impossible.

It didn’t help that the blasted Gargoyle of Korgum had joined in the fray, either, along with a host of her underlings.

They didn’t really think they could score a kill on him or Morgunov here, did they? Whatever their plan had been with this so-called Blacksong, they had to have realized by now that it was not going their way. Gohvis had not turned against him--at least, not fully--and Iceheart’s half of the Vanguardian forces were clearly running on fumes.

How Lamont was even still in the fight, Dozer did not know. He was almost impressed. Maybe he’d make the man another offer to change sides. See if the winds had shifted at all since the last time they’d met.

Probably not, knowing the man’s reputation. But it never hurt to ask.