Damon had already taken care of about ten elites from the first part of the wave, and some of the other vampire NPCs had taken down five of the elites, leaving behind a little over ten elites on the battleground.
However, now that ten had suddenly become fifty, and the newly arrived back also used divine steeds, a type of mutant elephant which could itself be considered a war machine.
The ground trembled beneath Damon's feet, with the sheer weight of monstrous footfalls. He turned just in time to see them, a wave of divine steeds thundering into the battlefield, each one towering and plated in blessed silver armor that shimmered with holy enchantments.
Their riders, fifty strong, bore elite-class emblems and shone with radiant auras that screamed of high blessings and faction favor. These were no ordinary reinforcements. These were riding war machines designed to crush strongholds.
