The war has certainly turned. Every level is now a mop-up of all the baddies I’ve previously had to retreat from, and some new super-giant giant spiders and flying ant things sent out as a last resort by the Ravagers. And lots, and lots, of things to kill at once. Fahsands, in fact.
And I’m up to level 52. Just this and the next level remain. EDF! EDF!
Or something.