After Dax alone defeats him, Mordicor will fall to the ground.

Mordicor: You...you have ousted me...I shall go find Apocalypse, my...my new master.

Mordicor dissapears in a flash of light.

Incubus: I'm afraid, Chosen Ones, that I shall have to leave to. May you complete the prophecy. **disappears with Tovart**
Dax: **groans, then falls to the ground**
Erin: Dax!
Dax: I...I failed. This is it...I have let down the world. And I won't let it happen again. We have to find Apocalypse now!
Trey: Are you sure that we're strong enough to face him?!
Dax: WE HAVE TOOO!!!!!!! Don't you see, Trey, the fate of the world rests on our shoulders!
Nadine: Dax, I'm afraid that now I must depart from the group. Tovart has been defeated, he is worthless now that Apocalypse has been released. I wish you well in your journeys. **leaves group**
Cid: Bye. Dax, we have to regroup. We have to find the rest of the group.
Dax: Fine.

The group leaves the cave (they don't encounter any enemies) and finds the airship exactly as they left it. They pilot the ship back to the battle, where finally it looks like it's going well. Both sides called a temporary truce to stack up the bodies and take a casualty count. It stands like this:

Original stats:
15000 Elves
9500 Norsians
7000 Dwarves
4500 Mages
2000 Tall Men
1000 Arians
1000 Yets
1000 Natives (approximately)
1000 Sildronians
42000 forces

The stats now stand as:
3496 Elves
1914 Norsians
782 Dwarves
4017 Mages
528 Tall Men
780 Arians
921 Yets
645 Natives
389 Sildronians
13472 forces remaining, which is a loss of 28,528 troops. That is a 67.9% loss of life.

The other side is:
51,800 original forces. They have lost 43, 254 forces. That leaves 8546 troops.

Russle: We can win. We have more forces, but we can't let our guards down. Send a message to ask if the truce can be dissolved.

He sends a messenger.

~~~AT THE CRASHES AIRSHIP~~~
Sikito: Anybody here?
He hears nothing.
Sikito; Anybody?
He finally hears a groan.
Sikito: What was that?!
He finds a person on the ground, with a broken arm.
Man: Help!
Sikito: All right...
He lifts up flotsam with his mind, and the man gets up.
Sikito: Are you all right?
Man: Thank you...what is your name?
Sikito: My name is Sikitoshistum. I hail from the nearby town of Nibelamsterdam.