Whilst a furious musical duel was taking place, the sonorities from both sides gradually intensifying, those fighting on the frontline did not stop for even a second, everyone capable of holding their own in close quarters were acting to prevent the undeads from breaching their line, but it was impossible to have a perfect track record, the undeads put up a constant pressure and seemed immune to committing mistakes, the instant one was defeated, another one would already be ready to replace them.
The tide of them seemed infinite, and the livings did not have unending stamina, they were doomed to not react in time eventually, this was especially true nearly ten minutes into the battle, without any way to tell ahead of time, countless ghouls suddenly ran atop the shoulders and heads of their fellows, ghouls of an especially small size, all of them garbed in the same, greyish cloaks that covered most of their body.
