And indeed Sarah's storm has the desired effect as many of the demons were flung out of the sky while the stronger were having trouble making significant progress through it.
Standing on a perch, N'Astirh seemed unusually nonplussed by the weather. The grunts would maintain the appearance of an all-out assault just fine.
"We'll come in from the back. Kill the sorceror at all costs," he ordered to the collection of demons behind him.
"As you say, Lord N'Astirh"
N'Astirih cast the spell and the group was transported behind the Exiles' lines, while N'Astirih himself was transported elsewhere.
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