Chapter 437 - Tamers War - Fractured Lines
Instead of one or two infection points that could have been contained, there were now dozens of different sites where golden spores began expanding throughout the army.
The transformation was devastating to witness. What had been orderly formations just minutes before now resembled a patchwork of chaos, each infection site creating its own circle of disruption that rippled outward like stones thrown into still water.
"Situation report!" Kharzan roared while watching his ordered formation convert into multiple chaos zones.
His voice carried across the command area with the desperate expression of a leader watching his plans crumble in real time. The sound of distant screaming and confusion provided a grim backdrop to his demands for information.
"We estimate between thirty and forty successful impact points," Valdris reported, quickly consulting the messages that kept arriving with relentless frequency. "The infection is beginning to expand from each point."
Each messenger brought news worse than the last. The coordination of the enemy attack had been flawless, striking simultaneously at points specifically chosen to maximize disruption.
"Containment capacity?"
The question hung in the air like a death sentence waiting to be pronounced.
"Limited, my Lord. We don’t have sufficient abyssal soldiers to handle so many simultaneous outbreaks of infection."
The mathematics of the situation were brutally simple. Five hundred abyssal tamers distributed across forty infection points meant barely a dozen soldiers per outbreak. It was woefully inadequate for the scale of contamination they were facing.
Kharzan felt how the situation slipped beyond his control. What had begun as a manageable problem, one hundred infected soldiers in a single área, had now become a crisis potentially affecting thousands of his men.