Lorag charged into the illusions, passing through each one with no hint of resistance. Other lycan warriors folloed suit, but none of the well-over a hundred "soldiers" ahead of them so much as moved in response. It did not take long after lycans began pushing into the illusions that the enemy decided it was no longer worthwhile to maintain them. Suddenly, almost two-thirds of the enemy force's initial numbers disappeared into thin air. About half of the lycan formation now had a mostly clear path to the treeline, and those that were still in the middle of the split enemy force could now advance straight ahead without fear. The situation, it seemed, was not nearly as dire as it had first appeared. All that was between them and the forest were the enemy mages that had been maintaining the illusion, but they seemed more interested in fleeing than fighting. If Meesei's mist ritual prior to the battle was any indication, their spell likely drained them of magicka. 

Between Ri'vashi, Kaleeth, and Janius, they had killed the enemy which had Ri'vashi surrounded, and the remainder ahead of them had been simple illusions. Seeing as there were now no longer any enemies ahead of them, Ri'vashi turned around to help those still behind them. At present, the lycans actually outnumbered the enemy by a good margin, though Ri'vashi was still intent on retreating. That gas alone was enough to kill every lycan present, and they had no way of knowing how much the enemy still possessed. "Soldiers, to the rear! Hold here to cover the escape of the wounded!" She shouted. 

Ahnasha and Fendros had just reached the empty clearing where the illusions had been when the order was given to turn around. There had been no time for Ahnasha to receive healing, though she still did not seem to recognize herself as counting among the wounded. She conjured up a sword with her good arm, then turned around along with Fendros and her thrall to help hold the line. 

Meesei, meanwhile, had no illusions of where she needed to be, but her strength was rapidly failing. In keeping herself upright with telekinesis, Meesei had been forced to neglect the healing magic she was using to sustain herself. For a few seconds, she tried sauntering in the direction of the treeline, but her magic was growing too weak to hold herself upright. Soon enough, she collapsed, and was only barely managing to cling to consciousness as she tried to form another healing spell. She still had the magicka for the spell, but she was too weakened to focus on it coherently. Her bleeding had never halted entirely, so her blood loss was quickly catching up to her. As well, the insidious effects of the silver were causing increasingly severe harm. At some point during her fight with the General, silver had chipped off in her body, and was now in her blood. The pain was unbearable, but her cries did not last long before she lost consciousness. Laying face down in the grass, she of course attracted the attention of any lycan within sight of her. She had become eerily still.

Her heart had stopped.