Up in the Void, the golden system notification faded from the eastern sky. The remaining three gods stared at the empty space where the Blood-Mage's avatar had been. The panic vanished from the alliance channel, and absolute survival instincts took over.
Down on the physical map, the descended Glacial Sovereign raised his staff. He turned his glowing blue eyes toward his own surviving army. Hundreds of thousands of infantry still flooded the western banks.
"Your faith is required," the Sovereign intoned.
A pulse of absolute zero light swept backward through the enemy ranks. The mortal soldiers froze instantly. The game engine violently extracted their life force to fuel the Sovereign's core. Hundreds of thousands of health bars zeroed out in a single second.
