As Galen blasted back wave after wave of the unending army, a sudden tremor shook the castle. Most if not all of the windows shattered, pelting the occupants with shards of glass. Men were getting torn apart by the darklings, who grew in number by the second. He began to drain energy from the darklings, hoping their evil wouldn't be enough to overcome him. He didn't absorb the energy as he usually did, but instead channeled it directly into his blasts of magical energy, minimizing his direct exposure to the magic while utilizing its chaotic force.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lorelai, Steffan, and Irena locked in combat. He had an idea, but it took a few moments of focus, which he could not manage while under attack. A plan formed in his mind. He would send a small amount of energy to the other side of the group and detonate it. The explosion would push them directly into the flood of dark ones but shouldn't harm them directly. He'd break the formation of the dark army, buying himself some time to prepare his counterspell and temporarily separating the warring royalty. The half-cocked plan in his mind, he sent the charge behind them while yet another wave disintegrated against his barrage of spells. He prayed to the creator this would work.