For a day and a half, the situation remained largely the same. Small creatures kept attacking while the larger and stronger ones didn't appear quite yet. Villin spent most of his time in the various field hospitals as he healed soldiers and increased his magic network allowing him to more easily sense the situation at the front.
It was at that point that Villin felt a tremor, the earth was shaking underneath his feet making it difficult to remain standing, especially with his injuries.
As Villin held onto a pole to remain standing, a bunch of the people in the field hospital he was at fell from the tables they were resting on.
"What the hell is going on?!" Villin exclaimed, hoping one of the Atlantians would respond, but none did, they were all as surprised as he was.