The priestesses had regrouped. While maybe still fought, scattered throughout the capital, most had consolidated into a single spot. This was where they would make the final offensive for their retreat.
"Pull back to the bridge! Hold them back!"
"I don't want a single abomination getting past this line of defense!"
A squad captain barked orders from the rear while the priestess worked in coordination to hold off the horses of butterflies and crab abominations.
"Potions! Potions!"
They had come up with countermeasures for their greatest weaknesses as the fighting dragged on, both for the poison, and the abominations themselves.
An antidote was developed that would allow each priestess that drank one to fight for a set amount of time without having to worry about the toxins from the butterfly's scale dust.
