The few days given to them by the undeads passed in the blink of an eye, before long, a mass of organised warriors of death approached them from the south, the dark keep looming behind them, compared to what was marching toward them now, three days ago looked like it would be childsplay to face-off against, the glove had definitely come off.
Warriors of the living braced themselves to either be killed, or suffer grievous injury in the upcoming battle, everyone capable of fighting was present, the tension in the air reaching its peak as the undeads halted their movements exactly where the last confrontation had taken place.
