The battlefield near the Arbiter's barracks was chaotic, but the tide was turning against the rebels. More seemed to emerge from the glowing barracks for every construct they destroyed. The shimmering barriers around the stronghold pulsed and were drawing mana from the grid to repair the damage done by the rebels' earlier assaults.
Lysara frowned as she observed the glowing barriers around the barracks. "I thought we cut them off from the grid," she muttered.
Kael, overhearing her, nodded grimly. "We did. But the ones who built this would've planned for this. They're probably using stored mana crystals or a secondary conduit."
Lysara stood atop the crumbled watchtower, her eyes narrowing as she took in the state of the battlefield. The rebels were holding the line, but their movements slowed and their attacks became less coordinated as exhaustion set in. The constructs, by contrast, showed no signs of fatigue. Their relentless attacks began to push the rebels back, step by step.
